The Great Detective

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The bow slid across the violin with furious passion. It was wild as a Crusader’s sword, ferocious as a wild beast, quick as an arrow, held in a hand splotched and stained with chemicals.

The rooms were full of smoke and sound, designed to stimulate his mind, to make it race as fast as the bow. He pressed on, driving his mind as relentlessly as a cruel cab driver might drive his horse.

The answer was there and he would find it. He had to.

For Sherlock Holmes, failure was not an option.


Word Count: 93

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Björn Rudberg for providing the prompt photo!

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  1. Powerful image. Music weather you are the one playing it or not can often give perspective and help one detach and think. I know I find art works for me the same way. It relaxes and clears my mind opening it to other kinds of thought.

    I think the great detective will eventually find his answer. Well written 🙂

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  2. Nicely done. You captured an angst and how driven the character of Sherlock Holmes was. I failed to read the title so finding out it was Sherlock Holmes after all the hints was a pleasant surprise.

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