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JWP #21: Neighbourly Perspective (Granada)

Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Universe: Granada (could just as easily be ACD, but who can resist those sets?)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Word Count: 378
Summary: It's a bit of a mixed blessing. Written for JWP #21: 21 Song Salute: Choose one of the following songs/song titles to inspire your story today. I chose "Just around the corner," about which I know nothing except the title.
Warnings: Random third person narrator. And absolutely no beta. This was written in a complete rush. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

It’s a bit of a mixed blessing, workin’ or livin’ just around the corner from 221B Baker Street. Everyone knows who lives there, and everyone knows someone who knows someone who’s actually consulted with Mr Holmes, although no-one seems to admit doing so themselves. But everyone knows he’s willing to take cases from great and humble alike, and he’s a clever gent, that’s certain. His friend, Doctor Watson, might not be quite as sharp, but he’s a kind man. It’s convenient to have a doctor in the neighbourhood, particularly one who makes no matter about calls at all hours, and who is generally understanding about your ability (or lack thereof) to immediately pay his fee.

He attracts all sorts to the neighbourhood, does the detective. Seems as if there’s twice as many street Arabs running about as in other parts of London, but they’re generally less troublesome than most, so that balances it out a bit. His clients are all sorts, as I’ve said, but then there are the others. People come from all over just to see the place, it seems – and not just one or two, or occasionally, but frequently. That’s good for business, that is. They buy all sorts of things as an excuse for being there.

Less good are the dodgy sorts that occasionally try and cause trouble, to catch him out. There’ve been arson attempts, and ruffian gangs attacking, and runaway wagons, stabbings, a shooting or two, and at least three different ladies pretending to faint in the street. (I don’t understand the purpose behind those last, myself.)

And then there’s the man himself. He likes disguises. You can never be quite sure if the old gent, or the odd handyman, or the starched-up widow is actually him, pursuing his own ends. It makes for a bit of difficulty when you’ve a troublesome customer, not being sure that it mightn’t be Mr Holmes. He’s got an odd sense of humour, you see, and you’d better believe you don’t want to offend him.

There is one undoubted benefit of being around the corner, at least for one of us. My wife’s brother owns the tobacconist shop just up the way. He never lacks for business, and his shop turns a hefty profit every single quarter.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 22nd, 2016 05:24 am (UTC)
What a good last paragraph!

This oc is as first class as your canon characteristions; and thank you very much for telling us what the neighbours thought.
Jul. 24th, 2016 04:42 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I can't think Holmes would have been the easiest of neighbours to have...
Jul. 22nd, 2016 07:26 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed this! 'Street Arabs' is a lovely bit of idiom, I loved he image of the ladies pretending to faint in the street, and thinking of the shop owners suspiciously eyeing every difficult customer, wondering if it was Mr Holmes in disguise, made me laugh.
Jul. 24th, 2016 04:43 am (UTC)
I'm delighted I made you laugh. Thank you!
Jul. 22nd, 2016 08:04 pm (UTC)
I love the freshness of this third-party voice!
Jul. 24th, 2016 04:43 am (UTC)
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