Subject: 30th Dec Prompt from KnightFury: Help from an unlikely source.
Help
Consciousness returned
In a wave of nausea.
Wool fibres against cheek.
He was on the parlour floor.
He struggled to recollect
Recent events.
Voices were heard
Beyond the closed door.
~0~
He instantly regretted
A gentle shake of his head;
An attempt to clear his
Befuddled mind.
He appeared otherwise intact,
But both wrists were tied,
Tightly fastened behind.
~0~
He knew he needed
To warn Holmes
But of what?
And how?
It was vital
To clear his unreliably
Clouded brain
And to act now.
~0~
The fog lifted a little
And he heard,
Or thought he heard,
A gentle skittering sound.
The lightest of touches
On his wrists,
And a familiar calm, quiet voice
By the ear
Nearest the ground.
~0~
"Watson, I know it's hard to move.
I fear you have a slight concussion,
Old chap,
But you must try.
Holmes is in danger!"
At this, the weary
And battered physician
Opened one eye.
~0~
He blinked;
Once in discomfort
And once in surprise.
"Dawson!" he croaked,
And fully opened his eyes.
~0~
The portly rodent
Looked at him
With barely concealed concern.
Watson gave him the shadow
Of a grateful smile
In return.
~0~
It was clear
From the occasional nip,
And pulling sensation,
At wrist and hand;
That Basil was concentrating
On gnawing
At every complicated
Knotted strand.
~0~
The last strand gave,
With an exclamation from Watson,
As circulation to fingers
Was painfully restored.
He rose slowly and stiffly
To unsteady feet;
Bruises,
And other injuries,
Were temporarily ignored.
~0~
He staggered to
His writing desk,
Retrieved his trusty revolver
From its hiding place.
Those villains
Had absolutely no idea
Of the storm
They were about to face...
~0~
Later...
With villains safely despatched
To the Yard,
Holmes safely home again,
And murder averted.
Watson, resting on the couch,
Grinned at his two
Tiny and valiant rescuers,
Sitting on the Morocco case;
Padded and converted.
~0~
Both were happily occupied
With crumbs of Christmas cake,
And dolls house sized
Cups of Mrs Hudson's
Finest tea.
Holmes raised his cup
To the courage of those,
Great and small,
And a hazardous affair
Which had ended
Most satisfactorily.
~0~