[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- And he is alone (JWP#13 2015)
Title: And he is alone
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #13 A Tale Foretold. Watson comes across the first thing he ever wrote as a youth. It turns out to be prophetic.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, (Holmes, Mary)
WordCount: 364
Summary: A child once wrote a poem.
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You will heal those who need your help
John Watson feels joy when he accepts his certificate, just barrely covering his sadness that his parents are not alive to see him becoming a doctor.
You will serve those who will need your service
John Watson feels pride when he sees himself in a mirror the first time wearing his uniform.
You will fight those who threaten your home
John Watson feels exhilarated as he fights back-tp-back with his closest friend in one dark alley of London.
You will protect those you care about
John Watson feels stubborn as he holds the cough medicine and trying to give it to the bedridden and pouting consulting detective.
You will marry the one you love
John Watson feels delighted as he takes his wife's arm to lead her into their new home.
You will be happy with your life
John Watson feels happy as he listens to his friend ranting about his latest case and his wife's joyful laughter.
I will be alone
Tears are running down John Watson's cheeks, as he sits on his bed with the old and wrinkled paper in his hands. As a child he once wrote his ambitions for the future, trying to write them as a poem as he was already so romantically inclined even then.
They were happy and good wishes. He remembers when he finished the list it was his intention to show it to his parents, but something prompted him to add the last line, some dark and morbid foreboding.
As a child he just thought it as a dramatic amendment, a romantic streak and a first sign of him being a writer. Nevertheless he never showed the paper to anyone, but hid it away and forgot all about it.
Until now, when he had to clear out another person's belongings yet again.
He realizes that everything became true, even the last line, as he lost everyone he ever loved.
John Watson feels sad as he wears the black suit he just recently wore to his wife's burial, the same he wore not too long ago to his best friend's burial, too.
And he is alone.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #13 A Tale Foretold. Watson comes across the first thing he ever wrote as a youth. It turns out to be prophetic.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, (Holmes, Mary)
WordCount: 364
Summary: A child once wrote a poem.
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You will heal those who need your help
John Watson feels joy when he accepts his certificate, just barrely covering his sadness that his parents are not alive to see him becoming a doctor.
You will serve those who will need your service
John Watson feels pride when he sees himself in a mirror the first time wearing his uniform.
You will fight those who threaten your home
John Watson feels exhilarated as he fights back-tp-back with his closest friend in one dark alley of London.
You will protect those you care about
John Watson feels stubborn as he holds the cough medicine and trying to give it to the bedridden and pouting consulting detective.
You will marry the one you love
John Watson feels delighted as he takes his wife's arm to lead her into their new home.
You will be happy with your life
John Watson feels happy as he listens to his friend ranting about his latest case and his wife's joyful laughter.
I will be alone
Tears are running down John Watson's cheeks, as he sits on his bed with the old and wrinkled paper in his hands. As a child he once wrote his ambitions for the future, trying to write them as a poem as he was already so romantically inclined even then.
They were happy and good wishes. He remembers when he finished the list it was his intention to show it to his parents, but something prompted him to add the last line, some dark and morbid foreboding.
As a child he just thought it as a dramatic amendment, a romantic streak and a first sign of him being a writer. Nevertheless he never showed the paper to anyone, but hid it away and forgot all about it.
Until now, when he had to clear out another person's belongings yet again.
He realizes that everything became true, even the last line, as he lost everyone he ever loved.
John Watson feels sad as he wears the black suit he just recently wore to his wife's burial, the same he wore not too long ago to his best friend's burial, too.
And he is alone.
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