The Unsent

by ImagineI

Post-Reichenbach, both Doctor John Watson and Detective Sherlock Holmes write letters to one another- which are never sent. Here, all tied up with a bloody, tear-damp, tea-stained knot are those letters. Randomly arranged.

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Right, something new.
Let me know what you
Think.

The premise is this: the unsent letters of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, written to eachother post-Reichenbach.

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The Unsent

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To you-

They discovered a new star today. A new blinking light. A new spotlight. One more bulb to illuminate the world without you: the brightest star.

I wish they'd discover you soon. I think you must fit in rather splendidly up there. Of course, you'd be competitive with that large fromage, the cheese bigger than you-

What a moon there is tonight. That I could have my first steps upon you…

I pick up my gun and stare into the black night of the barrel. The black hole, abyss.

Void me. Bullet, void me.

I shall be a shooting star, wishing upon the gunpowder that you'll see me when you look up one night and come catch me…

But you're still here, I feel it. Terra-bound.

My finger slips off the trigger.

I wish upon the new-discovered star/
That you'll be near, soon, not yet so far.

Sherlock, I wish upon you.

John