I wrote this little piece of silliness after an e-mail conversation with my good friend Eldell. Hope it raises a smile if nothing else - enjoy!
The flat was empty. Not a particularly unusual occurrence, but there was an atmosphere that left John feeling a little unsettled as he walked through the door.
Sherlock's door was open, the room unoccupied.
A quick nip up the stairs showed the upper floor to be empty too, though John would not have put it past his flatmate to have been in his room and rummaging through his things. Still no Sherlock
Having decided he was imagining things, John trotted back downstairs, headed for the kitchen, and stopped dead.
It was a crime scene!
The table was skewed at an angle to the door, and the fridge door was hanging open. A half made cup of tea sat on the side, and the vacuum cleaner lay on its side, an ominous red stain smearing its smooth white surface.
Just as his mind started putting together all kinds of horror stories, Sherlock walked through the door. John stared at him open mouthed.
"What?" Sherlock said, frowning at his flatmate's expression. "I wanted tea, but when I opened the fridge to get the milk a tomato fell out onto the vacuum cleaner."
John choked off a giggle.
"And we had no milk anyway." He sulked, holding up a Tesco bag.
John snorted, pointing at the vacuum cleaner.
"Tomato? I thought it was blood!"