Sherlock Fic: London, 14 January, 1987
Drabble for July prompt #8 at watsons_woes .
London, 14 January, 1987
John crouched, tensed and ready, peering through a small gap in the wall. Beside him, Roger continued to pile up ammunition. At the sound of a whistle from somewhere to his right, John leaped up, aimed, and caught Tom directly in the face with a snowball. The battle had begun.
Sherlock placed a bit of snow on his slide. After he failed to get any unmelted snow under his microscope for the third time, he hauled the microscope outside. The lenses fogged. He stared at the slide, grinned, ran into the kitchen, and put it in the freezer. Problem solved?
London, 14 January, 1987
John crouched, tensed and ready, peering through a small gap in the wall. Beside him, Roger continued to pile up ammunition. At the sound of a whistle from somewhere to his right, John leaped up, aimed, and caught Tom directly in the face with a snowball. The battle had begun.
Sherlock placed a bit of snow on his slide. After he failed to get any unmelted snow under his microscope for the third time, he hauled the microscope outside. The lenses fogged. He stared at the slide, grinned, ran into the kitchen, and put it in the freezer. Problem solved?