A story after Doyle's own heart -- the spirits are real and among us! And I commend Holmes in his restraint in not having the Hall down, one stone from the next, in an attempt to know the truth.
"Holmes..." I whispered, and rested my hand on his arm. I could feel his wiry muscle underneath his coat poised for action and trembling slightly.
I quite like that image, simple but vibrant, one reaching for the other in a moment of high uncertainty.
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Date: 2017-10-27 06:55 pm (UTC)"Holmes..." I whispered, and rested my hand on his arm. I could feel his wiry muscle underneath his coat poised for action and trembling slightly.
I quite like that image, simple but vibrant, one reaching for the other in a moment of high uncertainty.