My Ghost

There he was. After so long, after everything. Moriarty, the game, the building, the note, and the...the fall. My consulting detective right there in front of me. It couldn't be true. My emotions were failing me, taking over everything. I had far too much to drink. My eyes were deceiving me, he wasn't there. He couldn't. I must be starting to see things.

All these thoughts crowded my puzzled brain as I saw him. Dark curled hair, slight grin, black coat, and all. His hand lay on my slouched shoulder. Perfect and undamaged.

I didn't know what to feel. Anger? Happiness? Sadness? Relief? I was sure I was feeling them all at the same time. Here he was, my consulting detective.