“Blast that infernal man,” I threw my hat in the chair as I stormed past, “time and time again he is there, standing in my way.”
Grabbing the bottle of brandy, I poured a measure and slumped in the chair at my desk. “The smug look on his face when he solves the crime.”
Looking at the papers spread there, I sigh and collect the bunch in a pile.
“Months of research and planning. Gone! All because of that damn detective!”
Picking up the useless plans, I drop them in the bin.
Sipping my drink, I ponder which of the other jobs I was planning was ready to move forward. As I think, I take my handkerchief and soak the corner in the brandy.
Taking the lighter off the desk I put the soaked handkerchief in the flame.
Watching as the flame spread, I dropped it into the basket with the papers. As they burned I reached out and grabbed one of the stacks at the back of my desk.
Yes, this is the one.
I stand and walk over to the window, pick up the violin and lose myself in the music.
“Holmes.”
Notes flow around me.
“Holmes.”
Center me, ground me.
“Holmes!”
I stop, “Yes Watson?”
“I’ve tried to get your attention for minutes. Did you get it? Do you know what Moriarty has planned?”
“I do indeed,” I grinned in satisfaction,”It’s elementary, my dear Watson.”
I wrote this post in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge provided this week by the incredible Rarasaur. The photo above is by Trevor Pritchard (Trevor) on flickr.
Apart from the fact that there should be a comma between “elementary” and “my” this is excellent work, Laith
Well crud… That’s what I get for posting without a quick proof reading.
And… fixed. Thanks!
No sweat! Fellow writers watching each others backs.