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Title: Of All the Trees
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 100
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: None
Summary: Sometimes you wish life wasn't like a song.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor December 2018 prompt: Christmas Carols
Sunrise, at last. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson staggered out of the woods.
A long night – between the prickles like thorns that drew blood red as the plant's toxic berries, and the stampeding stags that had driven them into said prickles, and finding nothing to eat but bark as bitter as the cold.
But they now bore the sapphire diadem hidden in the very midst of that selfsame bed of holly, its locale marked with a sprig of ivy. The Baroness would be very pleased.
The small nearby town's church organ pealed merrily as the choir started. "Sweet," Watson murmured.
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 100
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: None
Summary: Sometimes you wish life wasn't like a song.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor December 2018 prompt: Christmas Carols
Sunrise, at last. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson staggered out of the woods.
A long night – between the prickles like thorns that drew blood red as the plant's toxic berries, and the stampeding stags that had driven them into said prickles, and finding nothing to eat but bark as bitter as the cold.
But they now bore the sapphire diadem hidden in the very midst of that selfsame bed of holly, its locale marked with a sprig of ivy. The Baroness would be very pleased.
The small nearby town's church organ pealed merrily as the choir started. "Sweet," Watson murmured.