This was prompted by KCS's Dr Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes (again!), specifically #20-Picture.


He leant back in his chair, eyes wandering around the room, coming to rest on the picture on the mantel. His flawless memory made photographs entirely unnecessary, yet he kept the picture anyway. His gaze drifted to the desk. Another photograph sat there, and was similarly purposeless. Why did he keep these photos?

He clasped his hands, deep in thought. Why should he keep those photographs, he knew them perfectly. Such sentiment would be uncharacteristic of him. Yet, it seemed so. Finally, it came to him. He kept those pictures as a testament, to the two people he respected most.