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sixwordstories2013-07-14 11:46 am
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My life has gotten very boring.
[John shakes his head.]
No.....not for a few years....I'm actually going mental.
"Well, can't have you going doolally, we'll have to find something good to distract you," Morgan told him.
John laughs. "You sound like you have an idea."
"Oh, I've always got ideas. Come along, we'll go out," he said. "Perhaps we'll get drunk, or get laid, or both, not necessarily in that order."
John grins and nods getting up. "Sounds good to me. I'm John Watson by the way."
"Good. Morgan Flint, master of distraction," he gave John a wink. They headed for the nearest watering hole. "So tell me about your life. Why are you finding it boring lately?"
"I used to blog about a friend of mine....he solved crimes and since he's died life has been boring."
"I'm sorry to hear you lost your friend," Morgan put a comforting arm around John's shoulders. "So, aside from blogging about your friend solving crimes, what do you do?"
"I'm a doctor," John says, "military medic actually."
"Still a doctor," Morgan said with a smile. "Afghanistan?" He'd known more than his share of field medics and many of them were better doctors than their more learned colleagues.
John nods. "Yes....wounded in the shoulder and sent home three years ago."
He opened the door to the bar and held it for John, "And probably not the first tour, would be my guess. I'm a veteran of her majesty's navy. Done a tour in the Med."
"Third before I was sent home," John says with a smile, "they always need good medics these days."
"Too true," he led John to the bar. "Pick your poison, doc, it's on me." He ordered a beer and a whiskey for himself.
"Thanks,"John says turning to the bartender, "Scotch neat with a twist."
"You're welcome," Morgan said. When their drinks arrived, he raised his glass to the doctor. "To those who didn't make it home."
John taps his glass to that of his new friend. "And to those who have to replace them."
"Amen," Morgan said and knocked back the shot of whiskey.
John downs the scotch in one go and smiles putting down the glass. "Another set on me."
Morgan nodded, sipping his beer while waiting for the refill of the harder stuff.
The drinks are pours and John sips for a moment. "So do you live in London?"
"Once in a while," Morgan told him. "I was born here, but I've always been a wanderer. Don't know if I'll ever settle in one place."
"Don't you get homesick, I know I've done enough traveling but coming home is always nice."
"Sometimes, but for no place on land. When I'm on land, I am homesick for ocean." He sipped his drink.
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