Prompts # 89 - 90
Prompt 89: Bittersweet
He now knew how Sherlock felt lo those many years before as he walked his little girl down the aisle. The music swelled, Mary Violet looked up at him, his baby a beautiful bride. She wore her mother’s gown and her mother’s smile. They headed towards the alter.
“I love you papa.” She whispered. Suddenly she was eight, his little girl forever. Yet she wasn’t, she was an adult, wife to be, leaving him. Leaving him forever. No man was good enough for his Mary Violet. Nero knew exactly how Sherlock felt, the wedding was sweet, but bitter as well.
Prompt 90: Memory
Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger. You may see a stranger, across a crowded room. And somehow you know, you know even then, that somewhere you'll see her again and again.
Across the room he saw her, he knew her and yet he did not. He knew she was a thief, a grifter. But he didn’t know her name. Before, in his head, he simply referred to those he hunted as prey. He the white knight, she, the scarlet queen. But this simplistic view no longer satisfied him. He wanted to know her name, wanted to know her.