Sudden Storms Are Short

[rabidsamfan]

Another man might have stared or laughed when the first crack of thunder sent John diving for cover. In fact, there were people staring, or laughing nervously, John realized as soon as he dared raise his head far enough to look. But not Sherlock. Sherlock, bless him, was still expounding upon the ramifications of the variety of mustard in the dead man's sandwich, although he was holding out a hand in John's direction.

John felt the pulse of pain in his leg, smelled the rain on the freshening wind, and swallowed his pride.

"Thanks," he said, and took Sherlock's hand.







Yup, another wwoes prompt. I think they're the only thing getting me through July.