It's lovely that you're doing Sherlolly prompts. Here's one: Molly's Mum and Mummy Holmes have become friends without knowing that their children are acquainted with each other. They try to set up Sherlock and Molly with each other. Shenanigans ensue.
Tee hee. Shenanigans. Also, I am apparently incapable of writing anything reasonably short. Anyway, enjoy, my dear!
Wandering through the flower shop, Violet Holmes picked out a variety of colorful blooms. There was no pattern to the bouquet she was creating, but Martha wouldn’t mind, she preferred an array of colour. After allthat Mrs Hudson had done for Violet’s son, flowers seemed hardly comparable,
but Martha was ever so grateful. So Violet never stopped by Baker Street
without a small offering of thanks.
Her phone pinged with a message. Digging through her enormous bag, she finally found the device and quickly read the text from her son.
Can’t make it tonight. Experiment. Sorry. SH
Violet sighed in disappointment.
‘Everything all right?’ A woman next to her asked, her hands laden with blooms.
Violet smiled ruefully and dropped her phone back in her purse. ‘My youngest boy, William. He’s trying to cancel our outing tonight. Again.’
The woman frowned. ‘How unfortunate. Nothing wrong, I hope.’
Violet shook her head with a fond exasperation. ‘Oh, heavens, no. He simply hates going out and will come up with the most improbable excuse to skip it when my husband and I are in town.’
‘Sounds quite like my daughter. My Margaret is as sweet as they come, but the minute I mention I want to go to the shopping district, suddenly she has a work emergency. Honestly,’ the woman laughed, ‘what kind of emergency warrants a pathologist?’
Violet’s eyebrows rose and she grinned in camaraderie. ‘It seems our children are of similar mind.’ She extended a hand in greeting. ‘I’m Violet, by the way, mother of two quite obstinate boys masquerading as men.’
‘Anne,’ the other woman laughed and shifted her flowers to shake Violet’s hand. ‘Mother of one brilliant, shy girl.’
‘A pleasure, Anne.’ Violet smiled. ‘Would you care to join me for a cuppa at the café round the corner? I would most enjoy speaking with someone who understands my motherly woes.’
Anne nodded with a bright grin. ‘Oh, that does sound lovely.’
Laden with flowers, the women made their purchases and meandered down the street, easily settling in to a comfortable friendship as they discussed their worrisome children.