Authors Note: Two posts in one day?! must be some sort of a record, at least for me. Would have done this one hours ago, but the little sister kicked me off the computer. Anyway, this was inspired by thinking what Watson might have done to keep Sherlocks mind occupied- when he didn't have a case, or when he was trying to keep him off the cocaine. The answer popped into my head- riddles. This... grew from that.
The riddle is: What is something that everything has? Answer contained within!
Riddle-Game
He watches
as his companion paces,
puffing at his pipe,
with all the vigor and regularity.
Of a steam engine.
Looking back down at his paper,
he waits.
He knows he'll figure it out,
Eventually.
He always does.
There are few things
anyone
can hide from him,
least of all this.
Besides, this is just a game.
Not serious.
He listens as his companions
footsteps slow,
and stop, facing him,
The smoke from the pipe
hanging in the air like
low-lying clouds.
"I've got it," he declares,
and sits down.
"A name."
His companion just smiles,
and stands, stretching,
"Well?" he asks, puffing again.
"Is that it or not?"
He just smiles, and leaves.
He deserves to be kept up.
But he'll lock his door.
Just in case.
Well, Watson deserves some revenge for all the late nights and jaunts all over Europe without any explanation, doesn't he? I hate to think what the revenge on Watson will be, though. Write that if you want, or give me an idea in a PM- or a review! (nudge nudge, wink wink). Always happy to hear from anyone who reads this, heck, anyone who doesn't too. Well that doesn't make any sense...
