If I Fell, part I

[charlotteyonge]

A blustery wind rustled through Baker Street, which looked as mute and cheerless as the grey late-autumn sky. Busy Londoners hurried about with coats drawn tightly about them, pinched faces cast towards the street, aware that these were the last days they could survive outside without the protection of muffs, scarves and woolen hats.

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Comments

[emeraldreeve]

I always love your stories and this one is no exception. I love your descriptions such as the one at the beginning of the chapter. And I greatly love this: A sudden and violent wind whipped a small pile of leaves into a frenzy that whirled past the door through which a great many people, from grooms to noblemen, governesses to diplomats, cab drivers to kings, had once passed. It may be argued that not one of them was as well-known or respected as its former inhabitant, the great Sherlock Holmes.

Very heart-breaking ending! Hopefully RL will let me read the next chapter. It's a riveting story!

[charlotteyonge]

Thank you so much! I'm glad to know you're enjoying it.

[charlotteyonge]

Thanks for the tip. I'm still experimenting with formatting. I'll keep that in mind.