Literature
Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New Years
Sherlock sat in the ally way a few blocks from 221B, a cigarette burning lazily in his right hand, a phone in his left. His eyes were glued on the phone, the pink silicone case feeling smooth in the palm of his hand. As he raised his right hand to his lips to take a long drag of the cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed, memories rushing back to him.
" You don't have a girlfriend then? "
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
Oh, right then. Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way."
"No."
"Right, okay. You're unattached, just like me. Fine. Good."
"John, um… I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work an