Subject: 29th Dec Prompt From Wordwielder: Hide and seek
Subject: 28th Dec Prompt From Domina Temporis: In which neither Holmes nor Watson like parties
Subject: 27th Dec Prompt From Stutley Constable: The art gallery on Fleet Street.
Hide and Seek: part one
A tale!
Another tale to tell!
Three prompts
Three chapters long, as well!
This all began one Christmastide;
The season's joy was justified.
I'd thought that Sherlock Holmes, had died.
Yes, really, truly; Holmes had died
At Reichenbach, an evil plot.
I then found out my friend had not!
And this had cheered me up a lot.
My practice sold at just the price
I'd wanted, which was rather nice;
And I had moved back in again,
With Gladstone bag, and hat and cane.
My slippers and my fireside chair
And writing desk and pen were there.
And all was as it used to be.
Sherlock Holmes and friend. That's me!
And light conductor. Also me!
And sounding board, and whetstone. Me!
And I was happy as could be,
Though missed my Mary constantly.
~0~
Now...patient care and fighting crime
Takes up an awful lot of time,
And Holmes' close brush with Moriarty
Meant he did not wish to party,
And spend his time repeating all
His exploits since that waterfall
To curious, admiring folk
Who'd pry and peer and prod and poke.
(He's really quite a private bloke.)
And I, it cannot be denied,
Found loss at parties magnified;
Without my Mary at my side.
So...mutual decision made;
We'd both decline, reject, evade
All invitations sent our way;
In splendid isolation stay.
But then, alas, to my dismay,
The longed for, peaceful festive week
Became a game of hide and seek!
~0~
To be continued...