Mr. Holmes and the Homless girl

Mr. Holmes and the Homless girl chapter1

Mr. Holmes and the Homeless girl

Hi so this is a series of short chapters of a story been on my mind for a few months. Wanted to give it a try. Hope you like it.

Tell me what you think.

Disclaimer do NOT own Sherlock. Only my OC

It was a regular day on a regular street. Regular buses and taxies were moving alongside the road. Regular people were hurrying down the street to regular destinations.

But it wasn't a regular day for one single person. Through the remain pieces of what you could call a window, a figure wrapped in a navy worn out coat was looking outside. For Elizabeth Baker Street wasn't a regular street. Baker Street was home to the most exciting events. Crimes, mysteries, and London's one and only consulting detective, great Sherlock Holmes.

"Are you daydreaming again, Beth?" said a man curled up in a thin blanket holding a bottle of beer. "For a homeless girl you daydream too much."

"Mind your own business, Bill" the young girl replied not taking her eyes off of where she was looking at.

"What is so interesting outside of this window that you always look at?" He said inserting his tongue in the beer bottle trying to get some drops out of it "I'm worried about you."

"Be worried about finding some beer for your drunk ass." Bill groaned to her comment and buried his face further in his blanket.

The city was drawn in a deep chaos nobody but her saw the detective standing before his window, his front facing the crowded street, violin in hand.

Beth leaned her chin on her knuckles and looked at Mr. Holmes composing a melody. Neither the noises from the street nor the chill wind of November kicking in through the holes in the brick walls of the old building could take her attention away from the small window across the street. She would kill to hear him play.