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.

91. Blizzard

Shaking the snow out of his hair, John dropped the plastic bags onto the one corner of the kitchen counter that wasn't covered in experiments.

"Glad I got back in time, it's getting wretched out there. I stocked up on some basics - beans, bread for toast, milk. I think we're good for tea and coffee for a few days. Picked up a few things for Mrs. Hudson too, don't want her going out in this mess. Not with her hip."

Sherlock glanced back from the window and nodded at John before turning his gaze back to the stark whiteness outside. He studied the patterns manifesting in the snow for a while, swirls and eddies of tiny frozen stars.

John dropped onto the sofa, curling up under the hideous crocheted afghan neither of them would ever admit bringing into the flat. He caught Sherlock studying his reflection in the window and smiled, patting the empty space on the sofa next to him. Sherlock grinned back, artless and lopsided, and flung himself down next to John. Both men felt the tension seeping from their bones as their bodies searched each other out, twining together for warmth. May as well get comfortable and settle in. Even Sherlock had to acknowledge that they wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, not in this blizzard.