Teej challenged me to write a story using the words "trotting", "cataclysmic" and "nanosecond" and it must also involve knitting. Here's my best attempt!
Knit One, Purl Two
John came trotting down the long hallway towards Greg's office. Sherlock and Greg were supposed to be clearing up the last of the paperwork for the Hansen case, but considering Sherlock had sent John sixty-seven texts in the last twelve minutes, something cataclysmic had occurred. To get that many texts through in that short amount of time, he had to have been hitting his 'send' button every nanosecond!
As John neared the half-shut door to Lestrade's office, he could hear strange sounds coming from the room. Was that snorting? And peals of laughter?
Stepping into the dimly lit office, John saw Greg sitting behind his deck and Sherlock leaning over the D.I's chair, one hand supporting himself on the desk and the other wiping tears from his eyes. Both men were red-faced and gasping for breath.
"What is going on?" barked John. "I rushed over thinking the apocalypse was nigh and the two of you are in hysterics? Mind explaining?"
His words only sent the two into further paroxysms of laughter. Turning his laptop towards John, Greg pointed at the screen and said, "Read."
In Greg's inbox was a message with the subject: Prepare for the End of the World: Learn how to Knit your Own Bomb Shelter.
John sniggered and said, "You two made me panic for this? You're bonkers!"