Feast or Famine

[capt_facepalm]

Title: Feast or Famine
Author: capt_facepalm
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight ACD)
Characters: Dr Watson, random Irregulars
Summary: A vignette
Warning: Urchins gotta urch
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 25th 2020 prompt: Food, Glorious Food

.oOOo.

‘And who is this young fellow?’ I asked referring to the dull-eyed ragged child in Wiggins’ band of Baker Street Irregulars.

‘Jamie, sir,’ he replied. I looked back at Wiggins.

‘We found ‘im last week. Runaway from the workhouse. See where they beat ‘im?’

Wiggins lifted Jamie’s workhouse-issue shirt. Lashes and bruises covered his torso and I could see his heartbeat through his skeletal ribcage. I had seen starvation and malnutrition in my travels but this was not supposed to happen in London.

‘Come round to Baker Street at teatime and I’ll see to it that you all get fed.’

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Supplementary Notes: Mrs Hudson is going to have to raise the rents to cover the extra food expenses. 
We've been here before on July 6, 2016 in The Musical Fruit.

Comments

[debriswoman]

I cannot imagine many waifs and strays are refused...

[gardnerhill]

Good thing Mrs. Hudson has learned to cook in bulk for the gentlemen. "Ach, best come into the kitchen you youngsters - it'll only go to waste otherwise."

[capt_facepalm]

'Help yourselves to Mr Holmes's portion. He's on a case and doesn't want to eat lest it interfere with his thinking processes,' said Dr Watson blithely.

Sherlock Holmes' stomach gave a traitorous rumble and Watson ignored his friend's dark glare.

[capt_facepalm]

Waifs and strays fare much better in my fanfic than they ever would in reality. Not everyone would welcome lice into their houses.
Thanks!