THIRD STAR
Sherlock BBC version
. . .
Listen, the thing about life is. . . .what? Oh bullocks!
John smiled at his sister, Harriet as she waved at him from the kitchen. He waved back weakly, and relaxed in his arm chair.
Of course Harriet would pretend that nothing's wrong with John and that he was perfectly healthy. He got up slowly, adjusting his brown coat and walked over to Harriet, or Harry for short.
"Hello John!" a voice boomed, and John turned his head slightly to see his father there, smiling at him, Yet this smile he gave him was a short, sorrowful smile. A smile that hid all the unhappiness.
"Hello father." He replied, smiling at him as if in reassurance.
"So, 29 John eh? 29." He muttered to himself. John's father pushed his hands in his pants pocket, and kneeled next to John. His brown eyes stared at John's blueish gray ones.
"Yes. 29. Father I-," John started but his father cut him off.
"No need John I know. . .and it's been so difficult. . ." His father's eyes brimmed with tears, and then he sniffed.
"You know John I know you can beat this-I mean you've made it this far-,"
"Father." He said, staring at his father.
"You know what the doctors said and I'm fine with it." His voice cracked at 'fine'. His father let out a sob, and just hugged John.
"I love you son."
"I do too." He replied back.
"Okay, John! Come in here; the cake's ready!" Harry yelled, and his father got up abruptly, and helped John up. Then they both walked to the kitchen, where they found Harry lighting the last candle in the cake. John grinned at her, sitting in front of the cake and he looked up on his sister and father who were grinning at him but Harriet had tears in her eyes.
"Thank you Harry." John said, and Harriet shrugged.
"Go on then! Blow the candles and don't forget to make a wish!" She sighed, and he turned back at the candles, staring at them in a long time, just watching their flames flickering.
I'm 29 today. Won't see 30.