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sherlock60Title: The Adventure of the Dying Detective: Best Served Cold
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: It is unhealthy both to eat a heavy meal after a 3-day fast, and to mis-use the affections of one’s closest friend.
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“No Simpson’s for you tonight.” I pushed my friend back into his bed and raised my voice. “Mrs. Hudson! A bowl of broth. Unsalted.”
The dismay on Sherlock Holmes’ face was not feigned.
“A teaspoon every quarter-hour,” I said firmly. “Or is that prescription beyond my ‘mediocre qualifications’?”
I suspect the grim smile on our landlady’s face mirrored my own.
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: It is unhealthy both to eat a heavy meal after a 3-day fast, and to mis-use the affections of one’s closest friend.
***
“No Simpson’s for you tonight.” I pushed my friend back into his bed and raised my voice. “Mrs. Hudson! A bowl of broth. Unsalted.”
The dismay on Sherlock Holmes’ face was not feigned.
“A teaspoon every quarter-hour,” I said firmly. “Or is that prescription beyond my ‘mediocre qualifications’?”
I suspect the grim smile on our landlady’s face mirrored my own.
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