Prompt: Musical Evening
By: Garonne
Comment: Enjoy!
I felt very weary after my long and arduous errands. Mr Holmes had been at it again with his wretched violin, and so I flew out of the door to purchase ingredients for a cake I planned to make for tea with my sister in four days' time.
Oh my poor feet! They feel so cold, I may as well have forgotten my boots and stockings and I could not have told the difference.
With ice cold feet and a fiery hot tongue on the brink, I enter 221B- only to hear beautiful music coming from the parlour.
A slow climbing of the stairs and a click revealed my tenant, Mr Holmes, sprawled across his armchair with his Stradivarius.
"Ah, good evening Mrs Hudson- I did not hear you come in." He said a little guiltily.
"I do hope you do not intend to play on that violin all evening Mr Holmes." I retort. I am in no mood for polite conversation at the moment- I just want to go back down and have some tea and a hot bath to warm up again.
"Well, on the contrary my dear lady- but I have no intention of turning you out of the flat again. Sit." He commanded, interrupting putting halt to my plans effectively with one word.
I sat down on the other armchair across from him, feeling relieved that I could finally sit down and warm my feet. I was very lucky that Mr Holmes had lit a fire.
But I felt even luckier that Mr Holmes gave me a private concert all evening on his violin of all the songs I enjoy the most.
By eight, I was warmed up and well entertained, so when Mr Holmes requested supper, I was more than happy to prepare it.