The Mazarin Stone: To the Life
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sherlock60Title: The Mazarin Stone: To the Life
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: Again, Doyle teases. I wanted to see this one.
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An elderly woman – the dowager’s hump, tattered umbrella, and every line of her body bespeaking a lifetime of drudgery, from her unattractively hawkish nose to the shuffling flatfooted gait – appeared in the parlour.
“Bravo!” I smiled. “Or should that be ‘brava’?”
My partner responded with a modest head-turn, and just a touch of the impish grin of a faded coquette.
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: Again, Doyle teases. I wanted to see this one.
***
An elderly woman – the dowager’s hump, tattered umbrella, and every line of her body bespeaking a lifetime of drudgery, from her unattractively hawkish nose to the shuffling flatfooted gait – appeared in the parlour.
“Bravo!” I smiled. “Or should that be ‘brava’?”
My partner responded with a modest head-turn, and just a touch of the impish grin of a faded coquette.
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