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Sherlock was "playing" his violin.
John's flatmate was a gifted musician but this was the playing inspired by lethargy. Notes plucked at random, or the same notes produced continuously by the scraping of the bow. The pizzicato was pleasant enough but the rhythm of the bowing closely matched the throbbing in John's brain.
The violin had to go.
John hid the instrument in the laundry basket. Sherlock retrieved it without comment.
John secreted the violin behind the hoover. Sherlock looked at his empty case. Looked at John. And smiling, declared he had a sudden urge to do the vacuuming.
John wrapped the instrument in brown paper, addressed it to Australia and left it in Mrs Hudson's flat. When he got back with the shopping, Sherlock was standing in the middle of the sitting room holding the violin. "The post came," he smirked.
John put down the bags.
"You really ought to stop this," said Sherlock.
"Is that right?" grinned John.
"You dislike the noise," said Sherlock, "but you have respect for my belongings. You wouldn't remove a valuable instrument from 221 altogether. There are only a limited number of hiding places. And I'm Sherlock Holmes."
He smugly put the violin back in its case. "I'd buy a set of earplugs. You really don't have any other option."
John hid Sherlock's bow.
John's flatmate was a gifted musician but this was the playing inspired by lethargy. Notes plucked at random, or the same notes produced continuously by the scraping of the bow. The pizzicato was pleasant enough but the rhythm of the bowing closely matched the throbbing in John's brain.
The violin had to go.
John hid the instrument in the laundry basket. Sherlock retrieved it without comment.
John secreted the violin behind the hoover. Sherlock looked at his empty case. Looked at John. And smiling, declared he had a sudden urge to do the vacuuming.
John wrapped the instrument in brown paper, addressed it to Australia and left it in Mrs Hudson's flat. When he got back with the shopping, Sherlock was standing in the middle of the sitting room holding the violin. "The post came," he smirked.
John put down the bags.
"You really ought to stop this," said Sherlock.
"Is that right?" grinned John.
"You dislike the noise," said Sherlock, "but you have respect for my belongings. You wouldn't remove a valuable instrument from 221 altogether. There are only a limited number of hiding places. And I'm Sherlock Holmes."
He smugly put the violin back in its case. "I'd buy a set of earplugs. You really don't have any other option."
John hid Sherlock's bow.
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Phil stifled a giggle as he heard Dan call his name. Dan would never find him here. Phil had somehow convinced Dan to play hide and seek with him. So here Phil was, hiding in the small cupboard in their apartment waiting for Dan to find him. The good news for Phil was that Dan seemed to be terrible at this game.
Dan sighed as he pulled the fridge open and yelled. He sighed as he closed it and shook his head. "Why would he be in there Dan? Idiot!" He mumbled to himself and sat down, pressing his feet to one of the cabinets. "Phil! I'll give you money to buy a kinder egg if you come out of wherever you're hiding."
Phil had to stop himself fro
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He checked his watch again. Time seemed to be moving so slowly, a second seemed more like an hour. Normally Sherlock, when waiting, would spend his time analysing his surroundings and the people walking by, but this time he couldn't. He just sat there, unable to take his eyes of off the double doors. Waiting.
There was a woman he noticed out of the corner of his eye who kept looking back at him, nervous. She doesn't like the way I am staring no doubt, he thought to himself. The woman got up and took her daughter who was with her out of Sherlock's line of sight. He didn't care. It didn't matter to him what people thought of him. He could look
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A 221B - a story in 221 words, final word beginning with "b". 221B form invented by ~KCScribbler (KCS).
My other 221Bs can be found here.
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