Ordinary
He was an ordinary man, of average intelligence and middling height. He had regular features and was unremarkable in every way. The most remarkable thing about him was his unremarkableness, for he was completely ordinary—not too dull, not too smart, just someone else in the crowd.
He was walking to the bank, the way he did every day, for he did not live too far from his place of work. He loved to walk, in fact, and at one time he had considered being an athlete, but he just wasn't good enough. So he walked to work and ran at night, when there was no one there to see and he could become a different person—free, and unfettered by the dull routine of existence.
He had gotten married five years ago to a women he thought he loved, and he was just as caring as you were supposed to be without going overboard. He thought that he must love her, but sometimes, he really wondered if she understood him at all. But he was adept at going through the motions, and if his wife sometimes thought that his life was like a play in which he was acting, but without feeling any of the parts, she said nothing.
Once, when he was young, still a child, and full of the confidence of the naïve, he had thought he would be great one day. In his spare moments he daydreamed of when he would be famous, famous for solving the problems others couldn't. But of course, life hadn't turned out that way, and he wasn't surprised. Only superheroes had adventures, only fictional creations saved the world.
He tried to tell himself that things could have been worse. He could be homeless, but for the grace of God. And yet, sometimes he had the feeling that this was what happened when you fell from grace.
Nothing.
He was at the bank now, and he put his musings firmly in the back of his mind, where he would forget about them in the rush of numbers and figures and the pettiness of the daily lives of his coworkers.
He was an ordinary man. Only his name didn't seem to fit, seemed to have been given to him by a fluke of fate. But that was nothing new to Sherlock Holmes. And he didn't believe in fate anymore.