A Ficlet (for KCS's Challenge '221b'. )
"Write a ficlet of 221 words exactly, with the last word beginning with 'b'."
Wordcount begins from title.
Please all enjoy my little vignette about a moment in the lives of our favourite fictional detectives, and get better soon KCS!
Summer at 221b: All Hot and Bothered
"My dear Holmes...This is obscene!"
Sherlock Holmes stretched out in his chair, sweat matted in his hair, next to the wide open window, still clutching his meerschaum, from which a steady stream of smoke poured into the sitting room. I sprawled in my chair opposite, occasionally dousing my pocket handkerchief in the bowl of ice water to my right, and mopping my forehead in an attempt to relieve the heat.
"It keeps me cool, and helps me think, Watson!"
"Holmes, there is no breeze! Please, dear fellow, it is too hot!"
Sherlock Holmes did not appear to hear me, engrossed in his newspaper, and I breathed a heavy sigh- and then choked on the lungful of smoke I had inadvertently swallowed. Too hot...
The air was heavy, and I undid the top button of my shirt, lying back in my chair, too hot to even consider movement. A moment later, the world swam about me, and I felt the grasp of a yawning dark abyss reach out and touch me... Then blessed coolness, and a voice...
"Watson! Can you hear me? My apologies, dear Watson... Can you forgive my thoughtlessness? Are you well?" Holmes' frantic voice assailed me, and I smiled weakly, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
"Fine, Holmes, fine...Just a little hot and bothered..."
R&R please! xxxxx
