Nov 15, 2015
Closed: Charlock
Sherlock looked down at his aged hands, trying to remember his remedy when Euglassia Watsonia left its venom within him. Saltwater. Sherlock picked up his cane, and made his way back through the rustic greenery of Sussex. As he reached the back door, he noted the chipping paint falling from the motion and continued onward. Having hung his cane on the sink, Sherlock reached for the closest glass and heard a floorboard behind him creak.
“Ah, I thought you were still asleep. I’ve gotten myself stung...again.”