Holiday Drabble - 17 Dec 2012
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monkeybardIn the bleak midwinter
BBC Sherlock
Rating: G
Length: 100
Timing: Post-Reichenbach
Following the woe-fest of Christmas Cards, Tree, and Lights. John’s having a crappy holiday in this thread of drabbles, poor chap, and so is Mrs. Hudson.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
methylviolet10b for the prompt. I thought it was going to end up with the dead caroller, but I was wrong.
The sound of a solo violin so shocked John that he leapt from the sofa, raced down the steps, and burst into Mrs. Hudson’s sitting room without pausing to knock. Oddly, he thought when he stopped to think at all, she didn’t seem surprised by his sudden entrance. She only smiled sadly at him.
“Just the radio, I’m afraid, dear. ‘In the Bleak Midwinter.’ I felt compelled to turn it up for some reason.” She rose from her favourite chair by the fire. “Tea?”
John stared at her blankly for a moment while her words sank in. “Tea. Yes. Thanks.”
BBC Sherlock
Rating: G
Length: 100
Timing: Post-Reichenbach
Following the woe-fest of Christmas Cards, Tree, and Lights. John’s having a crappy holiday in this thread of drabbles, poor chap, and so is Mrs. Hudson.
Thanks to
methylviolet10b for the prompt. I thought it was going to end up with the dead caroller, but I was wrong.The sound of a solo violin so shocked John that he leapt from the sofa, raced down the steps, and burst into Mrs. Hudson’s sitting room without pausing to knock. Oddly, he thought when he stopped to think at all, she didn’t seem surprised by his sudden entrance. She only smiled sadly at him.
“Just the radio, I’m afraid, dear. ‘In the Bleak Midwinter.’ I felt compelled to turn it up for some reason.” She rose from her favourite chair by the fire. “Tea?”
John stared at her blankly for a moment while her words sank in. “Tea. Yes. Thanks.”
