: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2016Prompt
”I Feel A Bit Prouder Knowing Sherlock Holmes Is British”: [long prompt here]The British Isles and Ireland have given the world a vast treasury of fictional characters apart from Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, ranging from Finn MacCoul to Harry Potter. There’s already been some overlap: in ACD’s CHAS Watson compares Milverton to Dickens’ Mr. Pickwick, and BBC John and Sherlock watch James Bond films. Have a character (or characters) from another British work crop up in some way in your offering.Author
: General AudiencesUniverse
: Watson, HolmesWordCount
: Watson muses about the Christmas of the Past, Present and Future.
As they sit companiable together in front of the fire, both reading a book, Watson is not completely focused on the pages in front of him.
It is their first shared Christmas in these rooms they started to share a few months ago and Watson wonders about the changes in his life - all linked to Sherlock Holmes.
His musings came about when he started to read Dickens' A Christmas Carol
and he wonders about what the ghosts would show him now.
The Ghost of the Past, something Watson looked upon with fondness as a child, now fills him with dread as he remembers his last Christmas with a shudder. It was one of the worst times of his life and he never wiches to revisit it as Scrooge does in the story.
Today's Christmas, while not one of the most festive ones, was good as he and Holmes were able to catch the criminal they have been hunting for weeks now. Their exchanged gifts were small, but precious (especially as Watson did not think that Holmes would give him anything
) and Mrs. Hudson's meal was wonderful.
And the Christmas Yet to Come...
Watson blinks and looks at his friend, who is watching him with a frown (while Holmes' would never admit it, Watson is sure that he can see worry in the grey eyes).
"Are you alright?" Holmes asks and Watson, who for a moment felt a cold sense of dread settle upon his shoulder, smiles warmly. "Of course, Holmes, just musing about the spirit of Christmas."
Holmes' eyes flicker to the book in Watson's hands and he snorts, a smile tugging at his lips. "Bah, humbug!"
Watson laughs heartily, pushing the foreboding thoughs aside. He may not know what is yet to come
, but right now he firmly believes that their (no longer his alone) future is going to be excellent