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vocab_drabblesTitle: Anachronism
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Length: 200
Rating: Gen
Summary: Watson muses on the future of lighthouses.
The sea air filled my lungs. The sea breeze ruffled my hair.
And I couldn’t help staring at the lighthouse and wondering about its future. It seemed like things were changing so quickly, new devices, new methods, new worlds opening up every day. Would ships always need a light to keep them from dangerous shoals? Would a keeper always need to tend that light? Or would there be another, more clever method? I felt there would. Then what would become of the lighthouse?
I couldn’t help but feel a pang for the future of the beacon. It seemed like such a majestic symbol, a handsome structure, poetic, practical, solitary, lifesaving, but, I sensed, not transitory.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
The words startled me out of my ruminations.
“Future anachronisms,” I replied cryptically.
Holmes ran a self-conscious hand down the front of his shirt and said, “One day, but not today. The old hound has still got a hunt left in him. I have discovered how the lighthouse keeper died.”
“Murder?”
He grinned. “Misadventure made to look like murder, which is a nice twist from our usual fare, don’t you think?”
“Indeed.”
“Shall we?” He nodded at the lighthouse.
“Let’s.”
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Length: 200
Rating: Gen
Summary: Watson muses on the future of lighthouses.
The sea air filled my lungs. The sea breeze ruffled my hair.
And I couldn’t help staring at the lighthouse and wondering about its future. It seemed like things were changing so quickly, new devices, new methods, new worlds opening up every day. Would ships always need a light to keep them from dangerous shoals? Would a keeper always need to tend that light? Or would there be another, more clever method? I felt there would. Then what would become of the lighthouse?
I couldn’t help but feel a pang for the future of the beacon. It seemed like such a majestic symbol, a handsome structure, poetic, practical, solitary, lifesaving, but, I sensed, not transitory.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
The words startled me out of my ruminations.
“Future anachronisms,” I replied cryptically.
Holmes ran a self-conscious hand down the front of his shirt and said, “One day, but not today. The old hound has still got a hunt left in him. I have discovered how the lighthouse keeper died.”
“Murder?”
He grinned. “Misadventure made to look like murder, which is a nice twist from our usual fare, don’t you think?”
“Indeed.”
“Shall we?” He nodded at the lighthouse.
“Let’s.”
