So... Clear back in April I promised a follow-up drabble series to "Fortnight," which never appeared. I did have it written priorly, and recently rediscovered it. This is that (somewhat belated) follow-up.
Written: 10-13-12
Persona
The most difficult disguise of my occupation – and indeed it was a disguise, for however much I wished I fit the character I had yet to replicate it – came in the year of 1894, early spring. I had but recently returned to my old abode, and having convinced my old flat-mate to stay the night I found myself once again – and even I had doubted this moment would come – in my bedchamber.
The morning would present one of the most difficult of tasks, a role I had never anticipated the need to play. I knew Watson would see through it as he was wont to do, but it was not for his benefit I donned the mask the following morning, brushed off a coat left closet-bound for three years and stepped out my door, where Watson was already waiting. "Are you ready, Holmes?" he asked, and as of old I could tell there was another undertone to his question.
I looked down at the costume, examining it minutely, then raised my gaze and nodded, managing a small smile. "Ready."
The two of us fetched our canes and then, stepping into the street, I slipped into the role of myself.