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[ah-hudders]

Sunday Six #3

[Yes, I know it's late - This weekend got away from me.]

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

-- From A Fixed Point of View. Info can be found on my In Progress Page --

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A mere thirty minutes after phoning the police there was a knock at his door and he strode over to answer it to the sound of raised voices.

“I don’t care if you think it’s connected, you can’t just invite yourself along on my investigation. I’d have called you after my team had taken a look if we needed you.”

As John swung the door open, a familiar deep baritone answered.

“Don’t be an idiot. I was already at the yard, it would have been an unproductive waste of time for me to go home, only to travel out again when you had realised it was indeed connected and had to call me out again.”

If the momentum of the door hadn’t already allowed it to swing all the way open John may have attempted to slam it shut again. Standing before him, frowning in that oh-so-familiar way at a silver-haired police man, was Sherlock Holmes. Six-foot-tall, dark curly hair, still lithe but muscular beneath his broad coat, the most intelligent but annoying man John had ever met, and most importantly, his ex-boyfriend.

[ah-hudders]

Sunday Six #2

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

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Here is six(ish) sentences from my next project now that Not Luck Johnny, Fate is finished.  It's called A Fixed Point of View. Information can be found on my In Progress page.

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It was painfully true that John was a completely different person now. It only stood to reason that Sherlock was too.

“Chemistry doctor then?” Lestrade asked as John stepped aside to let them both into the flat.

Sherlock lingered for half a second. If John hadn’t recognised the hesitation as one of Sherlock’s old personality traits, he never would have noticed it had happened at all.

“Medical doctor.” John said, “RAMC actually.”

“Wow that’s--”

“Yes, yes,” Sherlock said, suddenly finding his confidence and interrupting their conversation with a waving hand, “We were here about a burglary?”

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Rusty Lock by davydubbit