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

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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