a/n: follows on from previous chapter...not quite canon.
Moving On 12
Shoulders square,
And cane tapped smartly;
Marches up
To glossed
Black door.
Fingers trace
The cold brass
Numbers;
Stands
Where he has
Stood
Before.
~0~
Hesitates,
The key,
Turns slowly;
Steps across
The threshold
And...
Two years back
In time;
He flinches;
Gut reaction
Raw,
Unplanned.
~0~
Sights,
And sounds,
And scents,
And spectres
Fill the
Modest entrance
Hall.
Days of thought
And careful
Planning
Could not
Rationalise
It all.
~0~
Glances up
The well worn
Staircase,
Heads
Towards
Her kitchen...
Stops.
Watches as she
Scans his features,
Waits until
The penny
Drops.
~0~
Frosty greeting,
Thaws in minutes;
Two old friends
And fresh brewed tea.
Explanation,
True contrition;
Reconciled
Wholeheartedly.
~0~
Up those stairs
And through the
Doorway;
There,
Because they know
He must.
Scarf
Precisely
Where he dropped it,
Finger trail
In mantel dust...
~0~
Frowns,
Then turns away,
Distracted;
Unexpected news
To share.
Silk-lined box
From inside pocket;
Tells of hopes
Close-hidden
There.
~0~
Trace on
Mantelpiece
Forgotten;
Final gaze
Round room...
Then gone.
Sights now set
On bright
New
Future;
Doctor Watson,
Moving on.
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