Sherlock Fic: The Buzz
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goldvermilion87Retirement era 221B ficlet
“Three weeks now and you’ve still not seen him?”
“No.” George took another deliberate bite from his biscuit.
“Susan says they both came in for breakfast one morning. He hardly ate a bite, but drank five, six cups of coffee, she says. One of those horrid earwigs climbed on the table. Susan was bringing a cup of coffee and nearly fainted, she says. He picked it up in his hand and let it run all over the table. John didn’t even notice. Just kept eating. Imagine! On the table!” Maggie shuddered.
“Well,” George considered his tea before taking a sip.
“Well?”
George drew a carefully folded paper from his pocked, unfolded it, smoothed out its creases, and then passed it to his wife.
“George, what is this? This will not be your new hobby. We agreed on cars when you retire! Why did you buy that old Triumph if not to…”
“From the other one – with the leg.”
“John.”
George shrugged.
“That’s his name, George. But why did he give it to you?”
George was walking slowly towards his overstuffed chair. “Didn’t want him to see.”
“I suppose… Tess says he was a detective inspector in London – famous, she says. And of course, if you picked up earwigs, George, I know I would not be giving you any ideas about bees!”
The Buzz
“Three weeks now and you’ve still not seen him?”
“No.” George took another deliberate bite from his biscuit.
“Susan says they both came in for breakfast one morning. He hardly ate a bite, but drank five, six cups of coffee, she says. One of those horrid earwigs climbed on the table. Susan was bringing a cup of coffee and nearly fainted, she says. He picked it up in his hand and let it run all over the table. John didn’t even notice. Just kept eating. Imagine! On the table!” Maggie shuddered.
“Well,” George considered his tea before taking a sip.
“Well?”
George drew a carefully folded paper from his pocked, unfolded it, smoothed out its creases, and then passed it to his wife.
“George, what is this? This will not be your new hobby. We agreed on cars when you retire! Why did you buy that old Triumph if not to…”
“From the other one – with the leg.”
“John.”
George shrugged.
“That’s his name, George. But why did he give it to you?”
George was walking slowly towards his overstuffed chair. “Didn’t want him to see.”
“I suppose… Tess says he was a detective inspector in London – famous, she says. And of course, if you picked up earwigs, George, I know I would not be giving you any ideas about bees!”