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Merry Christmas, Monsieur PoirotMore Like This
Hercule Poirot coughed. The cold, damp wind bit easily through his greatcoat and scarf. He shivered.
“Le froid, le froid,” he murmured. “L'humidité, Je n'aime pas ça.”
There was no one for Hercule Poirot to talk to, but he talked all the same. He was lonely, and he had taken to talking to himself some time ago. It had been a little over two years since he had moved from London for his official retirement, and only a little less than that since he had seen anyone he could call his friend. Yes, Hercule Poirot, once the world’s foremost detective, was now very, very lonely.
He walked slowly,
Thank you, JohnI hung up the phone. “Do you think she will be back?” I asked slowly.More Like This
But Finch didn’t answer. I turned and looked at him. He stood, stiff, staring off strangely into space – his eyes bulging, blank – his mouth open, gasping a little – he looked shell shocked. Everything I imagined he must have gone thought in the past 48 hours, was finally taking its toll – it seemed to be all falling on him at once now that he had let himself relax a little. I took a step closer to him, worried, and put my hand on his arm.
“M-Mr. Reese, I, I’m not feeling very well,” he stammered, almost dazed. He
Observations of a sparrow 2It was late in the evening, and I was beginning to get drowsy. The wind, cold and damp, ruffled my wings and made me shiver. I needed to find a warm place for the night, and the warm yellow glow of the old beekeepers cottage seemed very inviting compared to the blue coldness that was all around me. I fluttered down to the closest windowsill and looked in. I knew I was being nosey, but I didn’t suppose they would care. For “they” there were, for the elderly man in the tweed suit and white mustache was still there. I huddled close to the window trying to get any inkling of the heat from the fire that was within, but without suMore Like This
Le Secretaire Chapter 1(special thanks to GentlemanofRapture, for all his help and his re-inspiration, and to Kara-li, for all her help with mostly later chapters)More Like This
Chapter 1
He pulled the sweater over his head. Oh, gosh, it felt good to be out of uniform again – out of it for good, that is. For the last four years he’d been in the trenches nearly every day and had little time for any sort of rest or recuperation – no time for doing what he wanted to do. Ah! But now, now, he told himself - it wouldn’t be that way. Since his father had died and he had inherited a vast fortune, there would be no need for work – not unless it plea
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