Hades Lord of the Dead's December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness 2014-2015 - 14th of December
[Prompt from CJNWriter]Prompt for the 14th of December From cjnwriter - Dancing.
The crowd on the dance floor swirls in an array of colours and sparkle as I watch with little interest. Why the deuce am I here? Nobody would notice if I were to leave - well, nobody apart from the irritating young ladies that will insist on asking me to dance. I do believe that a gentleman should ask a young lady, if he feels so inclined, and that it is improper for a woman to make such advances. However, they are very young - perhaps too young to know better.
I am becoming increasingly aggravated when a familiar figure approaches me with a swish of ballgown fabrics.
"Would you care to dance Mr. Holmes?"
"My dear Mrs. Watson," I permit myself a small smile, for her request is most certainly borne out of charity. "Surely you would be happier with your husband?"
She takes my hand and drags me out onto the floor amid the many dancers. "As would you, no doubt. Come now Mr. Holmes! One dance will do you no harm."
And with that, we are soon whirling with the rest of the dancers. She smiles at me merrily.
When the dance is over I prepare to return to my little corner; Mrs. Watson, however, is having none of that. With rather more force than I would ever have thought her capable of, she drags me back to the table occupied by her husband.
Watson has married a woman as good and kind as himself. For that, above all else, I am most grateful. Perhaps there should be an exception made to my rule regarding women.
The crowd on the dance floor swirls in an array of colours and sparkle as I watch with little interest. Why the deuce am I here? Nobody would notice if I were to leave - well, nobody apart from the irritating young ladies that will insist on asking me to dance. I do believe that a gentleman should ask a young lady, if he feels so inclined, and that it is improper for a woman to make such advances. However, they are very young - perhaps too young to know better.
I am becoming increasingly aggravated when a familiar figure approaches me with a swish of ballgown fabrics.
"Would you care to dance Mr. Holmes?"
"My dear Mrs. Watson," I permit myself a small smile, for her request is most certainly borne out of charity. "Surely you would be happier with your husband?"
She takes my hand and drags me out onto the floor amid the many dancers. "As would you, no doubt. Come now Mr. Holmes! One dance will do you no harm."
And with that, we are soon whirling with the rest of the dancers. She smiles at me merrily.
When the dance is over I prepare to return to my little corner; Mrs. Watson, however, is having none of that. With rather more force than I would ever have thought her capable of, she drags me back to the table occupied by her husband.
Watson has married a woman as good and kind as himself. For that, above all else, I am most grateful. Perhaps there should be an exception made to my rule regarding women.