WAR
That day the newspapers were full of the tensions between France and Germany.
Holmes gave them but a fleeting glance, skimming over the headings, then throwing it down and closing his eyes. I picked it up and looked at the dismal news.
Holmes watched me from the corner of my eyes.
I read about the tensions, the chances of a war, the need for more soldiers and doctors.
I smiled a bitter smile.
Abruptly, Holmes held his hand out.
"The paper, if you please, Watson."
I handed it to him, feeling mildly surprised. He cut out the news of the war and soldiers and I reached out to hand him his scrapbook. But instead he folded the clippings twice, and then threw it into the fireplace.
I looked at him, then said softly "I am not going to war Holmes. I can assure you."
He said nothing but watched the paper burn.
Please do no ask about this fictitious war. I had to write something like this and I couldn't think of any wars. As I am too lazy to do research, I had to make up a war. But as somebody once told me, this is my fic, so I can do what I please with it, so there!
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