Hey! This is my first story about Sherlock Holmes, I really wanted to try to write something about these characters. Hope it isn't a real disaster, and thanks for reading :). I'd be really happy to read your opinion about this first drabble!
Everything was quiet on this Friday morning in Hyde Park. However, for someone who payed attention to every move made, or step, or each bird who was resting on a branch, this place was clearly noisy and full of details on everything which was happening there.
Eyes closed, a man in his late thirties was sitting on an old bench. He was concentrated. Was Sherlock Holmes hearing a squirrel jumping on a chestnut tree? He wasn't sure of it, and it was perturbing him. Why wasn't he sure of it? Of course, he recognized the smell of a chestnut tree, but something in the air, something he didn't know, prevented him from being certain of the presence of a chestnut tree there. His eyes were closed for hours, he just spent the morning listening life around him. But what about this new smell? Maybe something floral? A sweet smell. It was very close of him at the moment. Someone? He went alone in Hyde Park, he appreciated loneliness sometimes. Perhaps this smell he was obsessed by was just his imagination? Watson often prevented him from drinking the content of this bottle he didn't remember the name, which was in his pocket, by the way...
Suddenly, all was clear in his brilliant mind. He didn't even know why he took so much time to discover the identity of his visitor. All was clear now.
He then opened his eyes, and found himself in front of the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
"So, you changed your perfume? And your husband too, I presume?"
Irene Adler smiled, he definitely knew her better than anyone.
THE END.