Prompt: Midnight, from W.Y. Traveller
A/N: Apologies for the missed day...and for the angst in my last prompt answer...and for the shortness of today's response. I am very much hoping to get back into the swing of responses every day. Another 221b
"I cannot say I enjoy being in a graveyard at midnight," I said. My position, crouched behind a large headstone, was uncomfortable, and I shifted my weight. I did not know how long we might need to remain hidden, but I could only hope it would be short.
"Oh, come, Watson. You cannot believe in such poppycock as ghosts and hauntings," my friend Sherlock Holmes said next to me, his voice a whisper. "You are a modern man of science."
Modern man of science, I might be, yet I doubt any man would not feel uneasy at least in such a setting. The shadows thrown by the full moon over the headstones were inordinately creepy, and I found myself wishing our quarry might arrive so we could be finished with this case. "I do not believe in it, Holmes. It is just that if we must be at the scene of a crime at midnight, I would prefer it not be a graveyard," I said.
"That is hardly rational," Holmes said. "There are any number of more dangerous places at this time of night, why, any part of Whitechapel-"
"I did not say it was rational," I said. "Simply that I prefer crimes that do not take place in graveyards."
"That is rather difficult when the crime in question is bodysnatching."