Telephone

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John sat in his armchair, staring sullenly at the skull on the mantelpiece. His head was bowed against some invisible force and he hunched forwards shoulders slumped, face streaked with sadness. He always knew that today would be a bad day; it was a 'danger date' as his therapist put it. 3 years today. 3 years since he had lost his best friend.

3 years since Sherlock Holmes had killed himself.

Every time John thought about that day he felt a pounding in the back of his head and tears usually leaked onto his cheeks. Usually he revisited that day in his nightmares so it was a strange occurrence for him to have flashbacks during the day. His breathing became deeper and he desperately begged Sherlock not to jump. To stay with him. But every time he woke up screaming at the dead body of the world's only consulting detective. The fact that it was light didn't alter the ending of the flashbacks.

He sat up, drenched in sweat and felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He fished it out and stared at the screen in disbelief.

1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: Sherlock

Trembling with fear and sadness he opened the text.

I'M ALIVE JOHN.

The ex-army doctor viewed the text, staring at the phone as if it was going to explode. He began to shake with anger. Why would somebody do this? He tapped out a quick reply.

THIS IS A REALLY SICK JOKE. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

Within a minute there was a reply.

IT'S ME JOHN.

He considered throwing the phone at the wall because Sherlock was dead. His best friend was dead. His best friend was no more than another body in the ground. Some bloodstains on the floor. John had watched him jump. He had seen Sherlock die. Filled with anger he threw the mobile at the wall and watched it smash into tiny pieces.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. John ignored it.

They knocked again.

Then the sharp tone of the telephone caused John to turn his head. He reached out and pulled the phone to his ear. "Open the door, John." said the all too familiar voice of his dead best friend. Filled with fear and a glimmer of hope he walked into the hall and opened the door. There, framed perfectly by the evening London light, stood Sherlock Holmes.

John felt himself smile before remembering "You left me alone for 3 years!" he said, smacking Sherlock, not to violently with the nearest weapon he could reach. The telephone.