Hello! This is my first published fic, and my first Sherlock Holmes ever, so please be kind. As ever, Sherlock Holmes and his brother, Mycroft, and Mr Emile Sigerson are the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and his estate. The use of the name 'Mrs. Gladys Hutchinson' as the alias for Dr Watson is my own, however. This is a '221b Challenge' fic, which means that the story itself will be a series of 221-word drabbles, the last word of each beginning with the letter 'b'.


The 221b letters,
A 221b Challenge fic
By Slafenog


Florence, May 28, 1891

My Dear Mr Mycroft Holmes

I have not written you thus in quite some time, and I wonder if you do not remember me. My name is Emile Sigerson. We, along with your brother, were childhood friends, if you recall.

I was very upset and quite sorry to hear of the recent death of dear Sherlock. Not meaning to disrespect the deceased, it is a wonder that he was unable to throw off his attacker. I am sure that this occurrence comes as quite a shock to you. Please accept my most sincere apologies and sympathy for this terrible time you have been through.

Though my long time patron, Professor Morrison Arthur, has recently passed on, many of his colleagues remain anxiously in need of me. As such, I am secure in my livelihood for the foreseeable future, and will not likely be in want of funds for some time.

Please write to me soon. I am curious to hear from you, and to the current wellbeing of my dear friend, Mrs Gladys Hutchinson, with whom you and I met that fascinating Greek man, the interpreter Mr Melas, at your Diogenes Club.

Once again ever so anxious to hear from you,

Yours sincerely,

Emile Sigerson

PS Again, I extend my sympathies over the loss of your brother.


Would any of you readers be interested in a 'translation' drabble inserted inbetween each of the actual letters?

Please reveiw, and tell me what you think!

Until The Next Update,

Slafenog