JWP 2019 | Day 31

[thesadchicken]

Title: Four Seasons.
Author: thesadchicken
Rating: G.
Universe: ACD.
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes.
Summary: A glimpse of all four seasons with Holmes and Watson.
Word Count: 240.

Prompt: Day 31: Recycling Is A Good Thing: New to JWP and curious to know what prompts happened in earlier years? An old-timer and regretting a past prompt you really wanted to do and ran out of time? Today’s your lucky day! Find a prompt from this year or a previous JWP and recycle that gem! (Tip: search for the tag mod post: jwp to find them without having to comb through years of previous July posts by hand.)

I chose the July 19^th, 2018 prompt: Four Seasons. Give us a glimpse of all four seasons with Holmes and Watson.

It is Winter when they meet. Their breaths come up in wisps of mist; they shake hands; they smile at each other. A few days later it snows over Baker Street, and Watson watches it from his new room. In the evening Holmes plays the violin – Vivaldi. It is a new beginning.

With the arrival of Spring, crime blossoms like the flowers that Mrs. Hudson leaves on the windowsills. There are cases, there are mysteries and adventures. There is admiration, there is trust, and there is something else that makes them sit together for hours. Watson starts writing stories about their escapades.

Autumn finds them leaning into each other as they walk down the street. The fallen leaves look like teardrops as they glisten under the rain. The air smells fresh – a fog settles over London. The night is quiet. When they arrive home, Watson gently brushes his fingers over Holmes’ wrist. A slight intake of breath, and then… The next morning, Autumn finds them sharing a bed.

Now, it is the end of July. There have been thousands of cases and mysteries and adventures. Under the sun, the two of them walk hand in hand. Sussex is peaceful. Tomorrow it will be Summer still, and they will walk again, and hold hands, and smile at each other as they did yesterday. They fill the silence with their laughter – the buzzing of bees at work is the only other sound in the world.