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Sherlock Fanfic: The Piano Tree (JWP 2014 #5)
Title: The Piano Tree
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Alternate Postings: At AO3
Rating/Content: PG13, art snark
Warnings: none
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #5: Makes the music mute - Picture prompt.


Summary: They don't know art, but they know what they like.


The Piano Tree



"Hm." John tilted his head and squinted at the framed photograph of a tree apparently growing out of a piano. "It's... a metaphor for something."

"For what?" Sherlock said, half his attention on the reflection of the room visible in the glass of the next displayed photo along the wall; a black and white study of a muddy glove sticking out of a sewer drain. Aside from their target, Sherlock thought it was the least annoying thing on the walls of the art gallery. It looked like a crime scene photo. Right now however it was serving admirably as a rear-view mirror.

"Art, music," John waved a vague hand toward the photo, "creativity nourishes life?"

Seeing the motion they'd been waiting for in the reflection, Sherlock smirked, then pulled a thoughtful mock-frown of art-appreciation and examined the photograph in question. Tree in a piano. Sheer nonsense.

"Hm." Sherlock hummed gravely. "If a tree plays Vivaldi's 'Spring' in a forest, will anyone applaud?"

A snicker burst from John before he cleared his throat and put on his blandest face. "I feel I should say something clever now about maple keys."

"Please don't feel compelled to do so on my account," Sherlock said with a dry grin, catching motion behind them in the reflection.

"Can I 'elp you gentlemen?" said the gallery curator, looming up.

"Ah, yes," Sherlock said as he and John turned simultaneously. "We're here to tell you that the Monet you have on offer in the sales room is as fake as your accent, and that your buyer is no longer interested in it, but the Art and Antiquities Division of Scotland Yard very much is."

The man's eyes went wide before he squeaked, turned and fled toward the back of the gallery.

"And now we run."

-.-.-
(that's it.)

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aelfgyfu_mead From: aelfgyfu_mead Date: July 25th, 2014 10:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
"If a tree plays Vivaldi's 'Spring' in a forest, would anyone applaud?"
Ahahaha!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: July 26th, 2014 05:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it (and thank you for isolating that line, I see I have a tense agreement to fix. *facepalm*)
samalander_dawn From: samalander_dawn Date: July 26th, 2014 05:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
<3 :D

(maybe I have no soul, but I'm with Sherlock on this one...)
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: July 26th, 2014 10:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
He can be convincing now and then.
ciaranbochna From: ciaranbochna Date: July 26th, 2014 11:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Naturally:D
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: July 27th, 2014 04:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Running does come naturally to them.
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