First Snow
Title: First Snow
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson
Summary: The first snow turns London white. (July Prompt 8)
WordCount: 382
Prompt: July 8 ~~~ Picture
Author's Note: My first idea for this prompt was to use it as an ending for my story. But after the first sentences I got a different idea for this and used it to get another major aspect for the story. So now I have something else to link future prompts to. :)
This story happens after Health Day, but can be read on it's own.
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There is always something magical about the first snow of the year.
Watson observes amused the few people on the street, most are hurrying to get out of the weather.
But he himself walks leisurely, enjoying the fresh air and the beauty of the white snow.
His wounds are almost completely healed and Holmes finally stopped fussing about him. Even though it warms his heart, after weeks he got quite enough of Holmes’ behaviour and he is glad to be able to just walk through the streets again without anyone keeping an eye on him as if he were a mere toddler taking his first steps.
(He still can’t believe how many different people he caught watching him; Holmes really exaggerates sometimes….)
The snow continues to gently drift to the ground and the world is covered with a pure and soft blanket. The first snow is always the purest and the most beautiful, after only a few hours the snow turns muddy and slushy with the hectic life of London.
But until then the city appears like a place from a dream.
Watson listens to the sound of his feet as they softly crunch the snow on the ground, leaving black footsteps in the white layer. It does not take long for them to turn grey and then white before they completely disappear from sight.
As if he never was there…
Watson chuckles lightly, thinking about what Holmes would say about his romantic thoughts. He turns his umbrella slightly to watch how the snow flakes trickle from the black cloth to join their siblings on the ground.
A lone cabby appears at the end of the now empty street and Watson watches it memorized as it dances like a shadow through the snow.
He stops at a bench, bending down to brush of the snow to take a rest when the cabby stops right beside him.
The crunch of snow behind him is his only warning before a sweet smell overwhelms his senses and the last thing he feels is how the umbrella falls from his grasp.
The snow continues to cover the ground, a shadowy cabby dances away and black footsteps turn grey then white.
And a lonely black umbrella lying on the ground near a bench turns white as well.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson
Summary: The first snow turns London white. (July Prompt 8)
WordCount: 382
Prompt: July 8 ~~~ Picture
Author's Note: My first idea for this prompt was to use it as an ending for my story. But after the first sentences I got a different idea for this and used it to get another major aspect for the story. So now I have something else to link future prompts to. :)
This story happens after Health Day, but can be read on it's own.
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There is always something magical about the first snow of the year.
Watson observes amused the few people on the street, most are hurrying to get out of the weather.
But he himself walks leisurely, enjoying the fresh air and the beauty of the white snow.
His wounds are almost completely healed and Holmes finally stopped fussing about him. Even though it warms his heart, after weeks he got quite enough of Holmes’ behaviour and he is glad to be able to just walk through the streets again without anyone keeping an eye on him as if he were a mere toddler taking his first steps.
(He still can’t believe how many different people he caught watching him; Holmes really exaggerates sometimes….)
The snow continues to gently drift to the ground and the world is covered with a pure and soft blanket. The first snow is always the purest and the most beautiful, after only a few hours the snow turns muddy and slushy with the hectic life of London.
But until then the city appears like a place from a dream.
Watson listens to the sound of his feet as they softly crunch the snow on the ground, leaving black footsteps in the white layer. It does not take long for them to turn grey and then white before they completely disappear from sight.
As if he never was there…
Watson chuckles lightly, thinking about what Holmes would say about his romantic thoughts. He turns his umbrella slightly to watch how the snow flakes trickle from the black cloth to join their siblings on the ground.
A lone cabby appears at the end of the now empty street and Watson watches it memorized as it dances like a shadow through the snow.
He stops at a bench, bending down to brush of the snow to take a rest when the cabby stops right beside him.
The crunch of snow behind him is his only warning before a sweet smell overwhelms his senses and the last thing he feels is how the umbrella falls from his grasp.
The snow continues to cover the ground, a shadowy cabby dances away and black footsteps turn grey then white.
And a lonely black umbrella lying on the ground near a bench turns white as well.