Fic: Poetic Justice
Title: Poetic Justice
Rating: PG for mild profanity
Universe: ACD Canon/Our Universe
Characters: Doctor Watson, Myself
Word Count: 236
Summary: Turnabout is fair play.
Author's Notes: Written in response to JWP Practice Prompt #7 (And We Are Merely Players) on Watson's Woes.
My Diary - June 10, 2014
Just signed up for a month-long vacation. My coworkers were surprised; I usually only take a week off every once in a while. But I've been banking my personal time for months, and dammit I'm going to use it.
There's no way in hell I'm going to repeat July 2013 ever again.
It sounds crazy, but for those 31 days last year, I swear I was the unluckiest woman alive. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. I was a living, breathing example of Murphy's Law.
Flat tire. Late for work. Apartment broken into. Lost my wallet. Broke my iPhone. Writer's block. Speeding ticket. Jury duty.
The list goes on. And on. And it happened every single damn day, a daily new entry in Samantha's Sorrows.
At least I had my health; being sick was the one bad thing that didn't happen to me.
Either the sadistic bastard writing my destiny took some medical pity on me, or he just wanted to keep me in one piece for the next disaster.
Well, that's not happening this time. I'll be spending this July in my aunt's cabin in Vermont, with a pile of books, movies and videogames to keep me occupied in my hermitage until August. I can't wait!
My Diary - July 1, 2014
I don't believe it.
My car won't start.
I have a very bad feeling about this.
Rating: PG for mild profanity
Universe: ACD Canon/Our Universe
Characters: Doctor Watson, Myself
Word Count: 236
Summary: Turnabout is fair play.
Author's Notes: Written in response to JWP Practice Prompt #7 (And We Are Merely Players) on Watson's Woes.
My Diary - June 10, 2014
Just signed up for a month-long vacation. My coworkers were surprised; I usually only take a week off every once in a while. But I've been banking my personal time for months, and dammit I'm going to use it.
There's no way in hell I'm going to repeat July 2013 ever again.
It sounds crazy, but for those 31 days last year, I swear I was the unluckiest woman alive. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. I was a living, breathing example of Murphy's Law.
Flat tire. Late for work. Apartment broken into. Lost my wallet. Broke my iPhone. Writer's block. Speeding ticket. Jury duty.
The list goes on. And on. And it happened every single damn day, a daily new entry in Samantha's Sorrows.
At least I had my health; being sick was the one bad thing that didn't happen to me.
Either the sadistic bastard writing my destiny took some medical pity on me, or he just wanted to keep me in one piece for the next disaster.
Well, that's not happening this time. I'll be spending this July in my aunt's cabin in Vermont, with a pile of books, movies and videogames to keep me occupied in my hermitage until August. I can't wait!
My Diary - July 1, 2014
I don't believe it.
My car won't start.
I have a very bad feeling about this.