I've been thinking about this for a while, and today 
blooms84 encouraged me to do something about it.
anyone else fancy joining me in some Sherlock hint fiction?
maximum length: 25 words
I came across the anthology edited by Robert Swartwood during a recent trip to the USA, and I really like the idea.
My first attempt at this:
He left his riding crop in the mortuary. She kept it for next time. People shouldn't be so careless with their belongings. But he'll learn.
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blooms84 encouraged me to do something about it.anyone else fancy joining me in some Sherlock hint fiction?
maximum length: 25 words
I came across the anthology edited by Robert Swartwood during a recent trip to the USA, and I really like the idea.
My first attempt at this:
He left his riding crop in the mortuary. She kept it for next time. People shouldn't be so careless with their belongings. But he'll learn.
This entry was originally posted at http://fengirl88.dreamwidth.org/40604.html where there are
Comments
Does this work?
Hard and hungry since firing that shot, John teased and agreed to Chinese. Didn’t need a fortune cookie to see where this was headed though.
Edited at 2011-04-19 04:16 pm (UTC)
don't like to think what's been going on here...
thank you. no longer have to worry about it.
glad to be of service!
That was also the summer of “naked shirt.” Sherlock in a slim, poplin shirt and nothing else would bring Lestrade to his knees, anywhere, anytime.
trust Lestrade to bring out the best in him...
Loved this.
don't ask me why this is the first thing my fic!brain produces...
Edited at 2011-04-19 06:47 pm (UTC)
yay! very nice John and Lestrade icon btw.
ahem. yes, very nice. excuse me for a moment...
*giggles and glomps you*
very sensible of him...
this one is under 140 characters so would work for
Edited at 2011-04-23 01:38 am (UTC)
Molly never expected to find herself longing for the good old days when all the handsome men were just gay, taken, or not worth it.
He can't imagine the Christmas dinners. Doesn't need to imagine what he'd say if he was dying. Never imagined anything could feel like this.