Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Diary Pages: Sherlock Holmes

February 5th 2017 in Microfiction

Watson chides me for the syringe I keep in my writing drawer and, as a doctor, I would expect nothing less.
He does not fail me.
Yet, in liberties taken, he is incorrect in his assessment of cause and effect; there is no weakness that has bred addiction.

The mind must remain clear while the body is grounded and relaxed.

There is no other safe way to engage consistently with the public – the crush of humanity with its staggering levels of self-involvement and distinct lack of basic reason.

There is no other safe way to navigate successfully through their ridiculous lies, tremendously boring secrets, and rudimentary grasp of right and wrong.

Care must be taken to avoid the most intelligent reaction to such a steady influx of idiocy and drama worthy of a country pantomime:
MURDEROUS RAGE.


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