Here it is!
I'm perusing the newspaper when he speaks.
"You're a doctor."
He pulls on gloves. "In fact, you're an Army doctor."
I struggle up from my seat, clutching my cane. "Yes."
"Any good?"
I set my jaw in one line. Fierce. "Very good."
He waits for a moment. "Seen a lot of injuries, then? Violent deaths?"
I nod. "Oh, yes."
"A lot of trouble, too, I bet."
I look straight into his eyes. "Of course. Yes. Enough for a lifetime—far too much."
Sherlock assesses me. "Want to see some more?"
"Oh, God, yes."
This: equivalent of our own big bang.
Shine on!
-Spark writer-