Title: Treasure
Author: Pompey
Prompt: July 7 - falling
Word count: 100
An heiress. If Holmes and I were successful, Miss Morstan would be an heiress. Though I'd never personally seen any treasure birthed from Indian soil, I had heard plenty of tales . . .
Diamonds so sparkling they needed neither cutting nor polishing. Emeralds the size of a man's fist. Rubies so red one might mistake them for blood. Pearls that glowed and glimmered. And, of course, enough gold to make kings envious.
With that in her future, why would Miss Morstan even look twice at a crippled, half-pay doctor who'd had the misfortune to fall in love with her?