A drabble

[wellinghall]

A Scandal in Baker Street

He straightened up, stripping off his fouled gloves and apron as he did so, then putting them in his leather bag. He left the narrow alley, heading for the high road where he could find a hansom, or at least an omnibus.

Alighting at Regent's Park, he turned into his own street and headed home. Opening the door, he headed up the stairs, took off his hat and coat, and went into the sitting room.

A familiar voice spoke. "Whitechapel again, Doctor?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. You have your cocaine, and I have ... this."

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[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

I was reading that less than five minutes before I saw your comment!