Goodbye, Mr. Holmes

Unpleasant News

I walk through the streets of New York. I have been living there for almost two years now. The street is not crowded because it's early in the morning. I am trying not to go out too much when it's crowded. I might be recognized. I can't risk that. The water is quite nice. There's sun but also wind. Perfect weather. I like the sun. In England it wasn't often sunny. But I still miss England. With these thoughts in my head I continue walking. The wind is blowing through my hair which is now a dark blond. God, I hate this colour. I really miss my old brown hair. I look through the big sunglasses which are covering half of my face. I make my way towards the newspaperstand where I go almost every morning.

"Good morning, Ms." The seller says cheerfully.

"Good morning." I say very flatly. I have tried to get rid of my accent since I came to America. It wasn't easy but at the and I was able to do that.

I take the newspaper from the seller and see the big title on the front page. I am shocked. I feel my vision getting blurry because of my tears. No. I can't be sentimental. I take a quick glance at the title once more:

"Famous Detective Sherlock Holmes Found Dead in His Flat in Baker Street, England"

Note: This story was going to be a one shot but I decided to divide it to chapters. That's why this chapter is really short.