Sherlock Holmes felt a bit ridiculous while he pushed through the crowd. He had one hand on Watson's arm, pulling him along behind him while he cleared the way. They made it to a comfortable spot by a fence just in time.
Looking up they saw the airship above them, traveling slowly over the small village. Holmes couldn't help smiling as widely as the children who laughed and ran and shouted, pointing up at it and cheering.
"Would you ride in one?" Watson asked.
"I won't have to," Holmes said confidently. "Very soon flight will become accessible to all people, not just through airships."
"So you have asserted," Watson commented. "I am beginning to believe it. Perhaps in the coming century."
"Likely early in the coming century," Holmes said with a nod. "Someone somewhere has to be close; it is inevitable. It would not surprise me if I depart from this life having traveled through the skies. It inspires a sense of hope in me Watson, in all humanity and what we can and will accomplish."
"I'll choose to believe it too, then," Watson said.
The airship slowly moved above them, casting a shadow over the crowd. Watson smiled and Holmes did, too. If there was anything the world was in need of, he decided, it was a little more belief.
For the prompt from Michael JG Meathook: Airship
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