Sherlock Fic: The Most Dangerous Game
Drabble for July prompt #25 at watsons_woes.
The Most Dangerous Game
The harpies’ screeches filled the darkening wood. They slavered as they came closer and closer to the boy who panted and gasped as he stumbled through the twilight.
No longer instruments of divine vengeance, they pursued their prey for the pleasure itself. Fouling fruits and bread to spite an old blind man? What was that to ripping a tender young one limb from limb?
A root caught at his foot, and the harpies descended.
If John had known how Harry and her confederates would be inspired, he would never have begged Mum to let them watch Jason and the Argonauts.
The Most Dangerous Game
The harpies’ screeches filled the darkening wood. They slavered as they came closer and closer to the boy who panted and gasped as he stumbled through the twilight.
No longer instruments of divine vengeance, they pursued their prey for the pleasure itself. Fouling fruits and bread to spite an old blind man? What was that to ripping a tender young one limb from limb?
A root caught at his foot, and the harpies descended.
If John had known how Harry and her confederates would be inspired, he would never have begged Mum to let them watch Jason and the Argonauts.