The rigid edge of the envelope was sharp. He had been thankful for no paper cuts. He slowly turned his head to find his companion slouched in a chair, smoking his pipe. Thinking curiously, he decided to let the tall detective to his peace. Homes looked peaceful in a way that he wasn't in awhile. He looked at the small discolored envelope in his hands. At last the detective came out of his trance.
"Holmes, you do realize that you have been in a trance for the past week?" I said, introducing a new conversation with Holmes, something I haven't produced in weeks.
"I'm quite alright, Watson, I am still quite dazed from our last case," Holmes said, puffing small circles of smoke out of his lean pipe. There last case involved much of fighting and fire. Holmes, being his intruding self had the center of attention, or, for that matter, the person to kill.
"Holmes you do realize the person out to get you, I killed." I told him. His head peered down as he ruffled his hair putting a hand to his chin. He looked up at me, a frustrated look written on his face. I didn't have to read between the lines, I could tell that he had been through a lot.
A/N; ok guys sorry for the really short capters but it does say short stories so i hope you enjoy and sory for the cheesie ebding