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holmes_minor2016-06-23 01:47 pm
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Fic: A cacophony of literary devices
Title: A cacophony of literary devices
Form/Wordcount: 182
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson; Mrs. Hudson, Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: If only Mrs. Hudson could talk. Allusions to BBC's "Abominable Bride"
“It’s elementary, really, Mrs. Hudson. All one has to do is to bend slightly….” Dr. Watson emitted a muffled grunt as his back locked into place.
“Oh dear, that is unfortunate,” said Mrs. Hudson to Miss Morstan, who was too engaged in stifling her giggles to respond. “Too bad I can’t help. What with me not talking in these stories and all.”
“Mrs. Husdon, I really am in too much pain to dicker over the whys and wherefores of literary devices.”
“It is all a bit ‘meta,’ you must admit, Mrs. Hudson,” Miss Morstan choked out. Mrs. Hudson pulled a contract out of a pocket.
“It’s the principle of this thing, Miss Morstan. Women should have something intelligent to say.”
“I could not agree more.”
“Now just sign here, dear, and I’ll fetch a real doctor.”
Holmes was annoyed for weeks afterward at the interruption of his brilliant deductions by the cocophany of painful howls, giggles, and indignant demands for dialogue coming from the far side of the door. He never suspected that Lestrade had helped his landlady with the legal language.
Form/Wordcount: 182
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson; Mrs. Hudson, Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: If only Mrs. Hudson could talk. Allusions to BBC's "Abominable Bride"
“It’s elementary, really, Mrs. Hudson. All one has to do is to bend slightly….” Dr. Watson emitted a muffled grunt as his back locked into place.
“Oh dear, that is unfortunate,” said Mrs. Hudson to Miss Morstan, who was too engaged in stifling her giggles to respond. “Too bad I can’t help. What with me not talking in these stories and all.”
“Mrs. Husdon, I really am in too much pain to dicker over the whys and wherefores of literary devices.”
“It is all a bit ‘meta,’ you must admit, Mrs. Hudson,” Miss Morstan choked out. Mrs. Hudson pulled a contract out of a pocket.
“It’s the principle of this thing, Miss Morstan. Women should have something intelligent to say.”
“I could not agree more.”
“Now just sign here, dear, and I’ll fetch a real doctor.”
Holmes was annoyed for weeks afterward at the interruption of his brilliant deductions by the cocophany of painful howls, giggles, and indignant demands for dialogue coming from the far side of the door. He never suspected that Lestrade had helped his landlady with the legal language.