Fic: Gloves: G

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Title: Gloves
Form/Word Count: 200
Characters/Pairing:  Dr Watson, Sherlock Holmes, mention of Mary
Rating: G
Warning/Content: Watson is reflective

 

I opened the top drawer of the chest in my bedroom and took out a small embroidered heart.  It was simply a trifle of lace and material but sewn with so much love and affection that at certain times of the year I found it hard to look at it without a tear forming in my eye.  I stroked in gently and was about to replace it when I heard Holmes’ voice calling to me.

“I thought we might go to Simpson’s this evening, and then stroll down the Strand afterwards,” he said.

I put the heart back in the drawer and replied, “Yes, of course.”  I suspected he would notice my lack of enthusiasm, but this did not deter him.  Which didn’t surprise me.

In fact, we had a pleasant meal, Holmes was extremely attentive and afterwards we began to walk.  I again thought of Mary, her little kid gloved hand tucked into my arm.  I used to say that she held my heart within the dove grey of her glove.  Now, instead, Holmes had his hand through my arm.  The leather was black and the gloves far more practical than Mary’s, and yet they still held my heart.