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Carpal Tunnel Christmas!
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A - A - A
Dec 1, 2015
2 Mins Read
428 Words
No Plagiarism!zgMuyih2aDzPpYPfqiX5posted on PENANA

Sherlock and Mycroft wandered through the market, their parents somewhere ahead of them, but they had no idea where. "We lost them, Myc..." Sherlock moaned.copyright protection112PENANA7KQr80eaTD

Mycroft sighed and held his little brother's hand. "They'll find us. Sooner or later they'll realize we got caught in the crowds of Christmas shoppers and come back for us."copyright protection112PENANAMtUzXsSfv2

"I have some walnuts for when you start to get hungry," Sherlock offered.copyright protection112PENANAT4Si3HyuZv

"Ha. Ha ha. I'm laughing so hard." Mycroft sighed. "Look, we'll be fine. I promise."copyright protection112PENANAz6gqyoqMzj

An older kid with a flute in hand ran right in front of their path. Sherlock fell on his face into a mud puddle. Mycroft laughed and helped the boy up. Sherlock pouted. Mycroft rolled his eyes and continued their search for their parents. "They can't have just gotten into Santa's sleigh and flown off?" Sherlock queried.copyright protection112PENANAqlNkVKNO0j

Mycroft was about to say Santa wasn't real when he realized who he was talking to. "No, Santa's probably still at the North Pole; he needs to pack all the presents, after all."copyright protection112PENANAQToJcrqKWq

Sherlock nodded. A dove flew overhead and a man chased it with a sword, screaming that he was going to kill it. Mycroft looked after him and shook his head. "There are all sorts of people 'round here, we need to find Mummy quickly."copyright protection112PENANAgvxxW5WmSv

"Yeah, or we might get trampled. Right, Myc? ...Myc?"copyright protection112PENANAGiRuDMeqAf

Mycroft didn't hear what his brother said. He was too busy looking at a leather bound journal in a nearby stall. "How much for the journal?" he asked.copyright protection112PENANAKr88alzB5w

The woman behind the stall looked at him and laughed, her voice like bells, but harsher and disbelieving. "You don't have the money for it, sweetheart," she sang.copyright protection112PENANA1m1yTYEQkw

"How much?" Mycroft insisted.copyright protection112PENANAl1OcvrZKSA

The woman sighed, "10 pounds."copyright protection112PENANAZC18LctkNy

Mycroft took out his allowance and groaned. "I only have 7!"copyright protection112PENANARPVSoPQ3Fb

The woman sighed. "Well, then, I guess you won't be getting it, will you?"copyright protection112PENANAz0dodJPctI

Sherlock came up. "Wait!" he handed 3 pounds-half of his allowance-to his brother. "I got the other 3."copyright protection112PENANAMtlOB614rP

Mycroft smiled at Sherlock, gave the woman the money, and grabbed the journal, hugging it close. "Thanks, Sherlock. I owe you one," he grinned.copyright protection112PENANADiEyb3n263

"You can pay me back by taking the blame for getting lost in this crowd when we find Mummy and Father."copyright protection112PENANAeF3s3hbTtE

Mycroft nodded. "It's a deal."copyright protection112PENANACg7Y4J56Nx

The two set off back in the crowd, determined to find their parents before their parents found them in an effort to get out of trouble for being lost.copyright protection112PENANAVqQAY1Dm4K

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