Forgive me for my lapse!!!! Computer troubles…sigh…I'm now back on the air, though ------ is anyone going to send me flowers? A "welcome back"? Anything? No? Oh, well…

I know the 221b challenge is somewhere around a year old, but I still thought this would be good practice for me. I hope ya'll like it. And remember to review! ;)

My Boswell

It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write…

that even which has created a void in my life which the lapse of two years has done little to fill.

him whom I shall forever regard as the best and wisest man I have ever known. *

I shut the monthly and rest my chin on my clasped fists, those words echoing relentlessly throughout my overwrought mind, burning painfully into my memory.

With a deep sigh, my gaze flickers to a small stack of papers lying nearby. Letters, all unfinished and unsent. How I wish I could send them! I do not, for the consequences I know should follow: the placing again of my dearest friend in harm's way.

Instead I sit here in this shadowed room that is so void and alien, so eerily silent. I could before endure the silence, for I knew that it was soon to be broken.

This time it will not be broken. That knowledge is nigh overwhelming.

The sun is setting. The world its golden, fiery glow envelopes is not the same as the one I saw yesterday this hour, nor was yesterday's the same as the day previous.

I am a drifter, wandering directionless and alone.

And this I know for certain: I am lost without my Boswell.

*I'm sure everyone knows, but these lines are from Dr. Watson's sad account of The Final Problem.