Sometimes, the Muse is lazy, lolling about on her couch and refusing to do any work unless I prod her with a sharp stick. Occasionally, she jumps out on me in her Ninja gear and beats me over the head with an idea. Today’s Quickfic is one of these. It happened yesterday, after I had watched the teaser trailer for Sherlock Series 3. Three hours from inception to completion, and very sore fingers from typing nearly 2000 words in such a short space of time. But I enjoyed it. It made me happy. I hope it makes you happy too.
Twitter Feed: #sherlocklives
#sapiosexual: flashmob at following address Saturday 3pm prompt. Wait for taxi with white roses in window to find out the truth.
From G Lestrade: So what about the match Saturday?
From JH Watson: Yeah, come over, Mary is making chilli.
From G Lestrade: Be there about 2.30 ok?
From JH Watson: Bring beer. Loadsa beer. You are going down, mate!
It started with a single girl. Probably in her late teens, although it was hard to tell, because she was wearing a great deal of makeup, and her long curtain of hair was a very unlikely shade of claret.
‘If you can drag yourself away from the telly for a sec, can you tell me why there is a Goth standing on the other side of the road, staring at our house?’