April 18th excerpt:
For all appearances, the man and his son could be on a family road trip through the scenic mountains together. Nothing out of the ordinary. Rock filtered out of the speakers, bands unaware of the very odd trio they played for.
It wasn’t the man and his son on their own that made the group odd, despite the stories they carried with them. The third passenger was barely two inches tall, and hidden away in a pocket.
December 30th excerpt:
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, doing his best not to cause too large of a breeze for his passengers, John looked to Sherlock. “Lead the way, then,” he muttered.
Sherlock stood and walked from the kitchen to the main room and John, holding his breath, lifted his hands from the table and followed. He stepped slowly and carefully to keep the ride as smooth as possible.
He felt like a bus. A giant, inefficiently shaped bus.
Brothers Apart 