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Fic: Craft Night: Gen
Title: Craft Night
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
For: the monthly prompt: foil
Summary: Mrs. Hudson has a quiet craft night with a tinsel foil.
Mrs. Hudson set about her usual work with a ruthless efficiency beyond the norm.
She had a special evening planned, and nothing was going to foil or spoil it.
Mister Holmes and Doctor Watson were going to the theatre with supper afterwards. Mrs. Hudson knew the performance was of great interest to both gentlemen, and only a case of extraordinary character would lure them away. Regardless, there would be peace and quiet.
At the hansom’s departure, Mrs. Hudson removed a bottle, a glass, and a paper envelope from her spirits cupboard. From a separate spot, she procured a pot of glue and scissors.
She set herself down at an immaculately clean table, poured herself a drink, and smiled in anticipation.
In a rare moment of impulse and extravagance, Mrs. Hudson had purchased a tinsel foil.
It was a reproduction of a notable actress of the time in her role as Titania, Queen of the Fairies in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
It was a plain drawing, but, for an extra penny, there was a set of tin-foil tinsels in gold, silver, violet, green, and red.
Mrs. Hudson could’ve purchased a coloured version, one already tinseled, but where would be the fun in that?
Mrs. Hudson toasted the quiet and the peace, drank, then went to work turning the drawing into something splendid.
Mrs. Hudson wasn’t a fool. She did the tricky bits first, the wings, the hair, and the folds of the gown. She enjoyed it, too. It took her out of herself, and it produced something lovely.
She stopped and admired her work.
Her glass, she noted, was empty. She filled it again, more generously, then moved on tinseling the gown and the headpiece. With each step, Mrs. Hudson’s pleasure, nay, her joy increased.
She had downed two more glassfuls before she felt satisfied with the figure, she’d done her Queen well, and moved on to the background.
There was no background printed, and that seemed a shame.
Mrs. Hudson was left with little bits and pieces of foil, and she decided in a fit of artistry to make her own background.
Things got fuzzy after that.
Early the following morning Mrs. Hudson awoke feeling rather like a cat’s sick on the rug. She readied herself then stumbled to the kitchen table, anticipating a mess.
But there was none.
The glue, the scissors, the extra foil, and the tinsel foil of Titania were all gone!
Had she cleaned up?
She couldn’t remember it, but she must’ve. Good for her!
Only where was the tinsel foil? She wouldn’t have discarded it, even in her state. She searched and could not find it. Not even bits of it in the grate.
She puzzled until noon when she was presented with a surprise.
“For you, our Queen,” said Mister Holmes
Doctor Watson handed it to her.
The gentlemen had had Titania framed!
And if Mrs. Hudson got a bit of dust in her eye in that moment, well, no one commented on it.
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
For: the monthly prompt: foil
Summary: Mrs. Hudson has a quiet craft night with a tinsel foil.
Mrs. Hudson set about her usual work with a ruthless efficiency beyond the norm.
She had a special evening planned, and nothing was going to foil or spoil it.
Mister Holmes and Doctor Watson were going to the theatre with supper afterwards. Mrs. Hudson knew the performance was of great interest to both gentlemen, and only a case of extraordinary character would lure them away. Regardless, there would be peace and quiet.
At the hansom’s departure, Mrs. Hudson removed a bottle, a glass, and a paper envelope from her spirits cupboard. From a separate spot, she procured a pot of glue and scissors.
She set herself down at an immaculately clean table, poured herself a drink, and smiled in anticipation.
In a rare moment of impulse and extravagance, Mrs. Hudson had purchased a tinsel foil.
It was a reproduction of a notable actress of the time in her role as Titania, Queen of the Fairies in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
It was a plain drawing, but, for an extra penny, there was a set of tin-foil tinsels in gold, silver, violet, green, and red.
Mrs. Hudson could’ve purchased a coloured version, one already tinseled, but where would be the fun in that?
Mrs. Hudson toasted the quiet and the peace, drank, then went to work turning the drawing into something splendid.
Mrs. Hudson wasn’t a fool. She did the tricky bits first, the wings, the hair, and the folds of the gown. She enjoyed it, too. It took her out of herself, and it produced something lovely.
She stopped and admired her work.
Her glass, she noted, was empty. She filled it again, more generously, then moved on tinseling the gown and the headpiece. With each step, Mrs. Hudson’s pleasure, nay, her joy increased.
She had downed two more glassfuls before she felt satisfied with the figure, she’d done her Queen well, and moved on to the background.
There was no background printed, and that seemed a shame.
Mrs. Hudson was left with little bits and pieces of foil, and she decided in a fit of artistry to make her own background.
Things got fuzzy after that.
Early the following morning Mrs. Hudson awoke feeling rather like a cat’s sick on the rug. She readied herself then stumbled to the kitchen table, anticipating a mess.
But there was none.
The glue, the scissors, the extra foil, and the tinsel foil of Titania were all gone!
Had she cleaned up?
She couldn’t remember it, but she must’ve. Good for her!
Only where was the tinsel foil? She wouldn’t have discarded it, even in her state. She searched and could not find it. Not even bits of it in the grate.
She puzzled until noon when she was presented with a surprise.
“For you, our Queen,” said Mister Holmes
Doctor Watson handed it to her.
The gentlemen had had Titania framed!
And if Mrs. Hudson got a bit of dust in her eye in that moment, well, no one commented on it.