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Words to find (in your WIP folder or published works):
stumble, glass, purse, hold, mobile
Four rumpled and tired-looking players stumble down the stairs to breakfast. “Help yourselves to coffee,” Mycroft tells them. “You’ll want to be alert for the next quiz.”
Moriarty, Mrs. Hudson, and John groan.
Sherlock — who earned an exemption by winning the dance competition — looks smug. “I’m not worried,” he says.
John kicks him under the table. Sherlock winks at him.
...
“I’m glad this isn’t really our honeymoon, because being in the saddle all afternoon may have done permanent damage to the necessary equipment,” Hamish says ruefully.
“Well, then, it’s fortunate that I’m married to my work instead of to you,” William replies with a chuckle.
But when he turns away to look out the window at the starry night, his grin fades to a wistful smile. His expression, reflected in the glass, is mirrored on Hamish’s face.
...
from The Value of Deductions
Placing the coin in his purse, Sherlock continued along his way. Soon he met with a young man selling chickens. Sherlock took one look at him and deduced:
“Those chickens are not rightfully yours to sell. You pilfered them from your neighbor.”
Once again, Sherlock’s deduction received no response. The young man had disappeared, leaving nothing but a gold coin — and his ill-gotten chickens — behind.
Sherlock retrieved the coin. It was identical to the first. He added it to his purse.
...
from Playfully Planned Parenthood [plus podfic]
JOHN: You know that thing we don’t do very often, but save for special occasions?
SHERLOCK: Special occasions like, for example, our wedding day?
JOHN: Right. But only after Mrs. Hudson leaves, because someone is a screamer, and I don’t want her phoning 999. Again.
SHERLOCK: I hold you entirely responsible for that.
...
“Mrs. Hudson wasn’t kidding about Kansas being flat,” John says with a sigh.
Sherlock can’t argue. The land is flat. The Vacancy/No Vacancy sign in font of this rundown motel is lying flat on the ground at his feet. And the tyre on the rental car they abandoned on the side of the road half a mile away is undeniably flat.
John’s voice is as flat as Kansas when he adds, “I suppose we’d better see if they have any rooms available.”
There is a room — singular. Sherlock takes the key card from the bored-looking young man at the desk and leads the way along the row of numbered doors until they come to 114.
Inside, it is clean but cramped. A double bed takes up most of the small space. It is flanked by two tiny end tables — one with a lamp on it, the other with a phone. There’s also a chest of drawers with a television bolted to the top, and a single arm chair. The en suite has a shower stall but no bath.
Sherlock lifts the handset of the ancient phone. No dial tone. He reads the instructions printed on the base and tries to call the front desk. Nothing. He slams it back down.
“No service. I don’t know how people communicate in this country, with no mobile reception, and landlines that don’t work. There isn’t even any Wi-Fi here. How are we supposed to contact someone about fixing that flat?”
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