30 April 2013

And I can hear it breathing - It's such an eerie feeling, darling.

I've no idea what to write about tonight, so here you are:

Greg The Florist - Part I have no idea because John's last part said he had no idea.

It's been a very long time, but we last left our heroes in the kitchen of their castle, having had an odd day in the local village...


Something scraped slowly across the glass of the window. There was a faint shape, a deeper shadow in the darkness outside the warm glow of the kitchen. And then it was gone. 

John swallowed. "What," he said, adjusting his sentence carefully. "the hell was that?" He got up and moved to the window, Greg beside him. 

There was nothing there. 

"Should we...go and look?" Greg asked, eyes wide.

"No!" John answered, far too quickly.

"So...we'll stay in here?" They both glanced around, into the darkness beyond the kitchen doorway.

"Um...maybe, we should...light a fire. Yeah?" John suggested. "Make one room , you know, snug. Cozy. Warm."

Greg nodded. "Right, good idea."

They both hesitated before moving away from the window, and sticking very close together as they made it as far as the hall light switch.

Once they reached the drawing room it became clear that there was an obvious flaw in their plan.

"No wood," Greg said, looking at the folorn pile of kindling and small stack of old newspapers next to the fireplace.

John shivered.

"You...you start laying the fire. I'll fetch the wood," Greg said, decisively.

John hesitated, but finally nodded.

Greg picked up the log basket and walked back the way they had come, trying to keep his stride long and confident, all senses on alert.


John carefully bunched up newspaper and arranged the small sticks, then grabbed the box of matches from the mantlepiece.


At that moment there was an odd thudding noise, and all the lights went out.

John swore. Then shakily fumbled a match out of the box, striking it and beginning to make his way to the kitchen.

"Greg?" he called out. "I think we've blown a fuse." He dropped the match as it burnt down to his fingers, and struck another as fast as he could.

When he reached the kitchen the door banged closed in a breeze, making him jump out of his skin.

"Greg?" He called, pulling the door open and peering out into the darkness.


There was nothing there but silence and the rustling of the wind in the trees....

62 comments:

pandabob said...

Oh no!!

John H. D. Watson said...

I see the plot has taken a turn for the dramatic! Uh oh...

Greg Lestrade said...

He might just have popped out for some milk...

I'm going to bed.

Anonymous said...

Ack! And you leave us here! Dangling from a cliff!

How can you possibly SLEEP?

rsf

REReader said...

Hey! I saw Greg-the-florist, and was expecting sexy bedtime story! *bites nails and does not sleep*

Greg Lestrade said...

Sexy bedtime story would, in the words of our young charge, be boring.

He wants Greg to be eaten by wolves and John to rescue him...

Small Hobbit said...

Being eaten by wolves and then rescued by John would be exciting. Maybe Greg's really a werewolf and is just waiting to pounce on John.

My vote for pencil has been eaten again. Presumably the wolves.

Greg Lestrade said...

I think the polls on here have a mind of their own.

Sherlock has texted me to say 'only a bit eaten by wolves because John would be sad if he was totally eaten'.

John H. D. Watson said...

He would, it's true. Maybe the wolves could just eat his hat. Our perhaps a shoe.

Greg Lestrade said...

Had a weird dream last night. Was I doing odd things in my sleep?

Don't get your ears burnt in this sun :)

John H. D. Watson said...

Do my best. No promises...

I woke up once and I could've sworn you were whistling, but that seems... unlikely? What was the dream?

Greg Lestrade said...

I was doing weird tasks, carrying a 25 kilo bag of cement on my shoulder. Couldn't ever get to the train station.

John H. D. Watson said...

I'd lost both my eyes in mine, but I could still see everything I'd seen before, just not new things.

lindentreeisle said...

You guys definitely give me a run for my money in the weird dream sweeps. :\ Your one with the eyes sounds kind of creepy, John- did it seem that way while you were dreaming it, or it just seemed normal to have no eyes?

I'm wondering how Sherlock envisioned Greg being rescued AFTER he'd been eaten by wolves. Some of the fairy stories have the rescuer cutting the wolf open and the victims popping out unharmed, but with a kid as practical-minded as Sherlock, that seems like an unlikely fantasy. So now I'm picturing John trying to reassemble chewed-up bits of Greg-the-florist...

My God I'm morbid this morning.

John H. D. Watson said...

It seemed odd in the dream, but not upsetting in any way. Just peculiar.

Greg Lestrade said...

Think it trumps mine.

John H. D. Watson said...

Yours sounds incredibly frustrating. Do you know why you were taking cement to the train station?

Greg Lestrade said...

No idea. But anytime I fell over or couldn't hold it I wouldn't let anyone else help. Sure it says a lot.

Where were you in yours?

John H. D. Watson said...

Yeah. You were you too?

You were in mine, but you could see everything.

Greg Lestrade said...

Need that in English before I can answer...

You been for ice cream?

John H. D. Watson said...

I misread your question as " were you you"...

I was in the kitchen of a house in Afghanistan. Not a real one, as far as I know.

No I've cream... yet.

John H. D. Watson said...

... ice cream.

lindentreeisle said...

John, I misread his question the same way...heh. :)

mmm, wish I had some ice cream. All I have is this little cup of mandarin orange wedges. *daydreams about the cadbury ice cream bars in the freezer at home*

Greg Lestrade said...

I want you to take a moment to appreciate how much effort it took me not to respond to the fact you haven't creamed yet.

Greg Lestrade said...

You two out and about? I'm finishing a little early. Could come and find you?

John H. D. Watson said...

Yeah, if you haven't left already - sorry, I was beset by pirates. Well, only one, but that was enough. We're at the park, I'll text you :)

I want you to take a moment to appreciate how much effort it took me not to respond to the fact you haven't creamed yet.

Ha, I already did, I promise!

Greg Lestrade said...

I hesitated too long... Got asked more questions. On the way now. Thought we could have a cold-ish dinner? Salad and stuff? Possibly after ice cream? ;)

John H. D. Watson said...

Perfect, can't wait to see you :) Be prepared to be relieved of your ice cream money at stick point...

Greg Lestrade said...

Argh! The dread pirate Sherbeard has taken all me bounty!

Luckily this here dessert island he's marooned me on has another castaway already landlubbing his way about. An he ain't arf easy on the eyes, me hearties

John H. D. Watson said...

Arr. Pass the rum.

Greg Lestrade said...

'tis that scourge of the high seas Dangerous Johnny Hotson. A master with a cutlass, but no match for Sherbeard! Now my matey, marooned here with me, on the swings, while the villain Sherbeard is off shivering timbers all over the playground.

I have no rum...where did all the rum go? But I have this finest brew from the bean of a fine, fine plant, brewed with only fire and water...I calls it kafé, all fancy with an accent, see? Shows it's exotic and not from these shores.

John H. D. Watson said...

Hmm...Greg the pirate, sequel to Greg the florist?

Will you share your kafé?

Greg Lestrade said...

I've been trying to not make a smutty comment about running me through with your weapon...

Of course I'll share my kafé with you, matey. But not with Beardlock the Terrible. He already has enough energy to power a thousand sailing ships.

John H. D. Watson said...

He does. Luckily he still prefers grog...I mean banana milk.

Greg Lestrade said...

If i do him a banana milk, I might do me a banana-iced-coffee. What would sir like?

REReader said...

Avast me hearties! It sounds like you're all having a wonderfully piratical evening. :)

John H. D. Watson said...

Iced coffee with chocolate?

Greg Lestrade said...

One cafe mocha freddo coming right up...want that as coffee with chocolate ice-cream? Or are you all ice-creamed out?

Sherlock said...

I want chocolate ice cream in my banana milk! PLEASE.

John H. D. Watson said...

With chocolate ice cream sounds like a brilliant idea, thanks.

Greg Lestrade said...

I'll give up the day job and become a barista, I think...

Greg Lestrade said...

My eyelid is twitching.

I may be driven insane.

REReader said...

Nah, you just have a subconscious urge to add to the pirate ambience with an eyepatch. (And maybe a pirate hat, too... :D)

pandabob said...

eyelid twitches are SO annoying!! don't they say its a sign of tiredness or dehydration? or is that just one of those things people say when they're trying to sound like they know something ;-)

Greg Lestrade said...

Everyone at the Yard kept saying it was stress. The only thing I'm stressed about is my sodding eyelid twitching!

Could be tiredness...hope it's not dehydration. I'm trying to make a very special effort to keep hydrated at the moment - which I'm normally crap at.

John H. D. Watson said...

The only thing I'm stressed about is my sodding eyelid twitching!

And about people telling you it's from stress...

pandabob said...

I'm guessing its none of those things then and just something sent to try you ;-)

Greg Lestrade said...

Yeah.

John - I...think I'm going to have to cover Saturday night. There's no one else who can sensibly do it.

John H. D. Watson said...

I'm sorry, love, that's too bad. I know you wanted to be off while Mycroft's home.

Greg Lestrade said...

Well...I'm mainly off. And at least he's home for three days not two, so I won't miss much if I sleep for a bit of Sunday. You know, while you're all at church ;)

John H. D. Watson said...

Right, yes. If by church you mean ice cream...

Greg Lestrade said...

worshipping at the freezer cabinets of the lord?

Think I'm going to go and sleep.

Or you could rub my neck, if you wanted. Spent too long staring at reports and computers today.

John H. D. Watson said...

I'd be happy to. In bed?

Greg Lestrade said...

Perfect. Thanks in advance. I may not stay awake to thank you after.

John H. D. Watson said...

Heh. You're quite welcome.

Anonymous said...

Good night, gents, I hope you sleep well.

Now, which one of you lot around here came up with THIS?

https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/7400932352/h3DF15E65/

I like the bit about the Ford Transit Van best....

AftSO

spandrella said...

I must say that I'm intensely amused by the use of "landlubber" as a verb. How does one landlub, precisely? Is there a difference between novice lubbering and expert lubbering?

REReader said...

(I hope your eyelid tic is gone by morning, L. Now and again I get one in my inner ear--no one can see it obviously, but it sounds like a little hammer hitting my eardrum and it is soooo annoying! So I know what you mean.)

Greg Lestrade said...

Thanks, but it's not gone yet.

Have a nice day, everyone. Enjoy the sun if you've got it.

spandrella said...

Don't tell Sherlock, but there's 4" of snow here. Because that's how we do May in Colorado.

Anonymous said...

It'll all be melted by tomorrow night, though if you're not in the hills. My sister and my cousins have been grumping about that all spring, Spandrella

Coming in late to say that Sherlock definitely has the right idea when it comes to putting flavors of ice cream into your milk. I worked at an ice cream store for a while, and we combined all sorts of things. Yum!

rsf

Anonymous said...

Oh, I'm sure it'll be gone by this afternoon, rsf. ;) just a little leftover winter watering everyone's gardens.

-Ella, who can't log in

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