Our Quarry
satire/comedy
hazel girolamo
hazebrun1@westnet.com.au
A parody of Sherlock Holmes
As we rattled together in that draughty coach rollings toweards whio knew what sordid fate, I could hardly look Holmes in the eye. The coach had only one seat andI was on the floor. It was cold and Holmes had not recently employed the services of a shoe cleaner. "Oh silt!" "Whetstone!" "Pardon me Sheerock but really this is too much" It was then that I knew we had truly reached Rock Bottom, Seemingly a seedy, stale smelling, hell hole of a hamlet.
