Linda’s Dreadful Dark Tales – Wet Steampunk Dreams

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The foggy evening air was cool as I proceeded to walk down the dark dreary street. I just couldn’t seem to figure out where I was and someone was following me between the dark shadows.  As I picked up my skirt running as fast as I could unknown cold hands forcefully grabbed my neck and pulled me like a numpty to the ground.

 

 

 

I prayed that someone would deliver me from this cloaked devil and my only thoughts were of my Mother and what she would do without my weekly shillings. In the space of five lonely seconds I tried to sanctify my emotions and asked myself if life had meant anything. The man was no congeniator, and with one fell swoop he kissed me hard on the lips. Never in my brief life had I experienced feelings more tried by any other single event. Taking my hand, he kissed it while his eyes pierced my soul. Deciding to spare my misery combined with a secret delight; he vanished as quickly as he came.

 

 

 

For many a night after that I would sit on the veranda and await a glimpse of the phantom that had stalked me. On the third night he came and gave me an insight to who he was. The stranger told me he had studied in Cambridge to become a doctor but now he performed his duties as a constable.  Whispers of inner excuses told me I should not be surprised if he did not come post haste every night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the 32nd evening he presented me with a silk shawl in exchange for my hand in marriage. We married a fortnight later and I became his wife not knowing of what his comings and goings were about to reveal. One evening I awoke to see him covered in blood and he told me that he was called Jack the Ripper. I caressed the child that I carried in my stomach and now feared for my unborn’s life.

 

In the dark of night of reality I awoke with a start covered in sweat, and to this day that is all I remember. 

Had I been Jack the Ripper’s wife or just a chrononaut passing through time?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Images and text: Linda Seccaspina

Vintage clothing by Lacis Museum of Lace and Textiles.

Thanks to Fawn and Erin of Laci’s for being the nicest people in the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About lindaseccaspina

Linda Knight Seccaspina was born in Cowansville, Quebec about the same time as the wheel was invented and the first time she realized she could tell a tale was when she got caught passing her smutty stories around in Grade 7 at CHS by Mrs. Blinn. When Derek "Wheels" Wheeler from Degrassi Jr. High died in 2010, Linda wrote her own obituary. Some people said she should think about a career in writing obituaries. Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa from 1976-1996. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off she finally found her calling. Is it sex drugs and rock n' roll you might ask? No, it is history. Seeing that her very first boyfriend in Grade 5 (who she won a Twist contest with in the 60s) is the head of the Brome Misissiquoi Historical Society and also specializes in local history back in Quebec, she finds that quite funny. She writes every single day and is also a columnist for Hometown News and Screamin's Mamas. She is a volunteer for the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum, an admin for the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page, and a local guest speaker. She has been now labelled an historian by the locals which in her mind is wrong. You see she will never be like the iconic local Lanark County historian Howard Morton Brown, nor like famed local writer Mary Cook. She proudly calls herself The National Enquirer Historical writer of Lanark County, and that she can live with. Linda has been called the most stubborn woman in Lanark County, and has requested her ashes to be distributed in any Casino parking lot as close to any Wheel of Fortune machine as you can get. But since she wrote her obituary, most people assume she's already dead. Linda has published six books, "Menopausal Woman From the Corn," "Cowansville High Misremembered," "Naked Yoga, Twinkies and Celebrities," "Cancer Calls Collect," "The Tilted Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place," and "Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac." All are available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle. Linda's books are for sale on Amazon or at Wisteria · 62 Bridge Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada, and at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum · 267 Edmund Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada--Appleton Museum-Mississippi Textile Mill and Mill Street Books and Heritage House Museum and The Artists Loft in Smith Falls.

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