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sherlock60Canon Story: A Case of Identity
Title: Sorrows
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azriona
Rating: PG
Warnings:Veiled reference to miscarriage
Author's Notes: Watson so seldom makes reference to his medical practice or his patients; I have to wonder that he does so here. My only thought is that it must have been one very close to his heart, to give it such weight to include it in something that would prove to be so permanent.
She sleeps lightly, face still damp. The doctor washes his hands in bloody water.
“She’ll live,” he says to me.
“But—?”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Watson.”
I knew it already. I kiss her; she wakes.
“Go on, I’ll be all right,” she whispers, smiling bravely.
I will drown our sorrow in a night’s adventure. Holmes is waiting.
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Canon Story: The Red-Headed League
Title: Dreams
Author:azriona
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Author's Notes: I kept thinking about the poor, unnamed 14-year-old housegirl. As a side note, this was the first 60 I wrote that had 60 words exactly on the first go!
Vincent said he’d take me to dinner, when his ship came in, buy me lovely jewels and dresses of silk and I could wear my hair up under hats of feathers and lace. He said lovely things while he kissed my neck. Mr Wilson says Vincent is gone, good riddance, but he looks as though he’s lost a dream, too.
Title: Sorrows
Author:
azrionaRating: PG
Warnings:
Author's Notes: Watson so seldom makes reference to his medical practice or his patients; I have to wonder that he does so here. My only thought is that it must have been one very close to his heart, to give it such weight to include it in something that would prove to be so permanent.
She sleeps lightly, face still damp. The doctor washes his hands in bloody water.
“She’ll live,” he says to me.
“But—?”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Watson.”
I knew it already. I kiss her; she wakes.
“Go on, I’ll be all right,” she whispers, smiling bravely.
I will drown our sorrow in a night’s adventure. Holmes is waiting.
****
Canon Story: The Red-Headed League
Title: Dreams
Author:
azrionaRating: G
Warnings: none
Author's Notes: I kept thinking about the poor, unnamed 14-year-old housegirl. As a side note, this was the first 60 I wrote that had 60 words exactly on the first go!
Vincent said he’d take me to dinner, when his ship came in, buy me lovely jewels and dresses of silk and I could wear my hair up under hats of feathers and lace. He said lovely things while he kissed my neck. Mr Wilson says Vincent is gone, good riddance, but he looks as though he’s lost a dream, too.
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Date: 2012-11-18 07:05 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing. Congrats on catching up too :-)
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Date: 2012-11-18 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-18 08:31 pm (UTC)Your second is terrific too, because I couldn't stop thinking about the poor teenage housegirl too. It's wonderful to hear her voice here. And it's always so marvelous when 60 words just fall together! It always feels like a little bit of magic to me. :)