Prompt #12: Want


Watson had half-jokingly asked him, the previous week, what he wanted for Christmas. Naturally, hating the holiday and all its manifestations, he had retorted that he wanted nothing other than peace and quiet, or else a murder to keep him occupied.

Then came this counterfeiting case, and its horrible consequences.

There had been a murder, at least a near one, and now the house was quiet and still. Deathly quiet.

As the detective miserably entered the hospital ward for another day's vigil, he finally admitted there was one thing he wanted more than what he had before so rashly nominated.