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eponymous_roseTitle: Une fleur entre deux abîmes
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Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: John and Mary Watson
Author's Note: If you get the reference in the title, you get a gold star. A very happy birthday to our favourite sleuth!
“Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence,” he had said, “seems to me to rest in the flowers.”
At the time, I had been bemused by this new facet to his character, but in the years after the Falls, I came to realise that this delicate specificity of his impassioned speech was merely another facet of the sparkling gemstone of his intellect. The rose was only a puzzle that teased his faculties, that drew out his natural curiosity.
“John?” Mary smiled, took my hand in hers.
“We have much to hope from the flowers,” I said, and she understood.
Author:
eponymous_roseWord Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: John and Mary Watson
Author's Note: If you get the reference in the title, you get a gold star. A very happy birthday to our favourite sleuth!
“Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence,” he had said, “seems to me to rest in the flowers.”
At the time, I had been bemused by this new facet to his character, but in the years after the Falls, I came to realise that this delicate specificity of his impassioned speech was merely another facet of the sparkling gemstone of his intellect. The rose was only a puzzle that teased his faculties, that drew out his natural curiosity.
“John?” Mary smiled, took my hand in hers.
“We have much to hope from the flowers,” I said, and she understood.
