Sherlock Fic: Dear John
Drabble for July prompt #29 at watsons_woes.
Dear John,
I don’t know when you’ll get this, or when you’ll be able to call. But there’s no reason to mince words with my soldier: I’m dying. The doctor has given me four months. It’s pancreatic cancer that’s metastasized.
I’m scared. But right now I’m looking at all the business of dying… and I’m not prepared the way Dad was. Harry is too distracted by Clara and other things to be of much use. I know you would help if you were here.
But it’s more than that. I want to see you once more, my son.
Love,
Mum.
Dear John,
I don’t know when you’ll get this, or when you’ll be able to call. But there’s no reason to mince words with my soldier: I’m dying. The doctor has given me four months. It’s pancreatic cancer that’s metastasized.
I’m scared. But right now I’m looking at all the business of dying… and I’m not prepared the way Dad was. Harry is too distracted by Clara and other things to be of much use. I know you would help if you were here.
But it’s more than that. I want to see you once more, my son.
Love,
Mum.