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sherlock60Canon Story: The Empty House
Title: Stop and Smell the Flowers
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Rating: G
Author's Notes: ...a bed of crocuses in full bloom lay beneath.
221B was knee-deep in nosegays.
Bessie smiled. “The gentlemen are so fond of each other.”
“Actually…” Mrs. Hudson glanced at Dr. Watson riffling furiously through ‘The Language of Flowers’. “They’re arguing. You see… Don’t look at that one!”
She clapped a hand over Bessie’s eyes.
There was a pause.
“Mrs. Hudson…” said Bessie.
“Yes?”
“I… can still smell the message.”
Title: Stop and Smell the Flowers
Author:
scfranklesRating: G
Author's Notes: ...a bed of crocuses in full bloom lay beneath.
221B was knee-deep in nosegays.
Bessie smiled. “The gentlemen are so fond of each other.”
“Actually…” Mrs. Hudson glanced at Dr. Watson riffling furiously through ‘The Language of Flowers’. “They’re arguing. You see… Don’t look at that one!”
She clapped a hand over Bessie’s eyes.
There was a pause.
“Mrs. Hudson…” said Bessie.
“Yes?”
“I… can still smell the message.”
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