Fic: Midnight in the Forest: Gen
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holmes_minorTitle: Midnight in the Forest
Length: 221b
Rating: Gen
Summary: Holmes and Watson come upon an empty cottage in the woods.
“That’s what comes of stopping by unannounced,” said Holmes with a sigh. “The light was on. I had hoped...”
Holmes and I had departed late and spent a considerable time trudging through the darken woods, using nothing but Holmes’s own inner compass as guide.
It made for an enchanting scene, the sky varying shades of violet, grey, and rose; the moon not yet full but nevertheless shining brightly when peeking through the boughs; the firmament dotted with stars; towering trees forming lovely silhouettes against such a background, and underfoot, mushrooms, some pale as moonlight, some violet sponges.
At last, a light.
I consulted my pocket watch: we’d arrived at the stroke of midnight.
The warm glow had its origins in a well-appointed cottage.
We knocked, received no answer, then, finding the door unlocked, carefully stepped inside.
The residence appeared, for the moment, unoccupied.
“Holmes, are you certain that we are in the correct place?” I asked, looking about the tidy space.
“Oh, yes. But there’s nothing for it but to wait.” Holmes pulled out a chair, sat, and produced a pack of playing cards. “Shall we…?”
My doubts nagged. “But, Holmes, are you certain…?”
“Listen, Watson.”
I listened.
Sweeping on air. Cackling.
“I am certain that this is the coven of witches, Watson. Observe: well-swept floors but an absence of brooms!”
Length: 221b
Rating: Gen
Summary: Holmes and Watson come upon an empty cottage in the woods.
“That’s what comes of stopping by unannounced,” said Holmes with a sigh. “The light was on. I had hoped...”
Holmes and I had departed late and spent a considerable time trudging through the darken woods, using nothing but Holmes’s own inner compass as guide.
It made for an enchanting scene, the sky varying shades of violet, grey, and rose; the moon not yet full but nevertheless shining brightly when peeking through the boughs; the firmament dotted with stars; towering trees forming lovely silhouettes against such a background, and underfoot, mushrooms, some pale as moonlight, some violet sponges.
At last, a light.
I consulted my pocket watch: we’d arrived at the stroke of midnight.
The warm glow had its origins in a well-appointed cottage.
We knocked, received no answer, then, finding the door unlocked, carefully stepped inside.
The residence appeared, for the moment, unoccupied.
“Holmes, are you certain that we are in the correct place?” I asked, looking about the tidy space.
“Oh, yes. But there’s nothing for it but to wait.” Holmes pulled out a chair, sat, and produced a pack of playing cards. “Shall we…?”
My doubts nagged. “But, Holmes, are you certain…?”
“Listen, Watson.”
I listened.
Sweeping on air. Cackling.
“I am certain that this is the coven of witches, Watson. Observe: well-swept floors but an absence of brooms!”
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