Sherlock Holmes fic: 25 July 1880
A drabble for capt_facepalm.
25 July 1880
It is with bitter amusement that I recall the summer in which gypsies camped in the field by the tall oak. I wanted to live with them and be free of my pinching shoes and strict schoolmaster! To move from place to place at my whim. But Mother said it was a life of disease, and hunger, and we would miss home.
I would beg her forgiveness for my foolish attempts to run away now, if I could.
What horror must it have been for those gypsies without even the conveniences enjoyed by victorious Britons in Her Majesty’s Armed Forces?
25 July 1880
It is with bitter amusement that I recall the summer in which gypsies camped in the field by the tall oak. I wanted to live with them and be free of my pinching shoes and strict schoolmaster! To move from place to place at my whim. But Mother said it was a life of disease, and hunger, and we would miss home.
I would beg her forgiveness for my foolish attempts to run away now, if I could.
What horror must it have been for those gypsies without even the conveniences enjoyed by victorious Britons in Her Majesty’s Armed Forces?