The Trouble With Jam
The tiles were cool on the soles of John's feet as he padded in a drowsy stupor across the kitchen towards the fridge. He paused, hand hovering over the handle, bracing himself for any gruesome discovery he might make upon examining the shelves within. His face masked in sleepy concentration he pulled open the fridge door to reveal, nothing but the ordinary contents of any normal household fridge. He released a breath he did not realize he was holding and continued his intended search for jam. He plucked the flavour he had been searching for from among a dozen others and closed the fridge door. John turned from the fridge and paused again, as he realized there was an awful lot of jam in the fridge, perhaps, too much. He glanced down at the jar he was clutching and a look of dread slowly crept over his now alert features. Slowly he twisted the lid and removed it, confirming his fears. Inside he found a single severed finger buried within the jam. Closing his eyes momentarily in frustration he slammed the jar and its lid onto the table top and yanked open the fridge door. Upon examining every single jam jar they were all found to contain a single finger or a single toe all in different stages of decomposition. After slamming the last jar onto the table, a dishevelled looking Sherlock appeared from the depths of his room "What's all the banging about?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep.
"I just found one of your 'experiments,' what the hell do you think you are doing!" Sherlock could tell from the tone that John was more than a little irritated. "I am studying the effects the properties of jam have on various stages of decomposition" Sherlock informed John defensively.
"Well could you not, please, I could have spread that on my toast" He eyed the jars with distain earning a grin from Sherlock. oh it was almost as much fun as winding up Mrs Hudson.