221B Drabbles

by tsukinoblossom

My attempt at writing short stories in the 221-B format 221 words, last word starting with B . I'm really enjoying writing and I think these will encourage me to to do it more often and present an interesting challenge. Note: These stories are not sequential, or even necessarily in the same universe. Unless otherwise specified, each drabble is a unique, complete entity.

13. Bath

The frigid air outside had seeped into John, causing his joints to stiffen up and his muscles to ache. The air was damp and the flat felt unpleasantly unwelcoming. A hot soak would do him a world of good.

He stripped down and changed into his bathrobe, grabbing the ridiculous scented gel he'd received as a gift at some point before heading to the bathroom. Rather looking forward to the whole process, he pushed the door open with a sigh that started out contented but rapidly degraded into one of frustration. The bathtub was filled with what appeared to be squid in various states of decomposition. Groaning in exasperation, he lifted them out of the tub and placed them gingerly on the sink while setting the bathtub to fill.

Finally he lowered himself into the tub with a groan, relishing the heat seeping into his sore body. He'd just barely closed his eyes when he heard Sherlock running down the hall.

"John! John!" he pounded theatrically at the door. "Go get ready, Lestrade's waiting for us!"

Grumbling, the cold, tired, cranky doctor pushed himself up out of the tub and grabbed a towel, drying himself off in vicious, irritated jerks. Clearly, they'd never lived with Sherlock Holmes, all those people who claimed there was nothing more relaxing than a hot bath.