Prompt from V Tsuion: Potatoes
Includes characters from previous chapters.
Potato
Woollen cap pulled low on forehead;
Jacket collar buttoned high;
Shoulders hunched against the snow storm;
Ice on cobbles, flakes fill sky.
Breath forms clouds, his single sentence,
"Hot potatoes, buy them hot!"
His cry competes with other sellers;
Most rush past him;
Two do not...
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Two small figures, well wrapped bundles,
Stop beside his battered cart;
One holds out a tarnished farthing;
His smile would melt the coldest heart.
The vendor grins, and from bright embers
Lifts their purchase, then one more;
Knows precisely who he's serving;
Holmes has helped him out before.
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Hands are warmed, as hot steam rises;
They nod their thanks and scoot away;
Slipping down the frozen alleys;
Shadows in the fading day.
They find a quiet and sheltered corner,
Both devour their well earned treat.
Young Arthur, and the waif, young Alice,
Heading home to Baker Street.
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