Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 47 )
Well, I had taken my first victim, but in truth it was a very unsatisfactory experience. Due to the Police and their patrols I had to rush it. I wanted to take pleasure in carving her up, but instead it was a rush job, very poorly done. It could have been done by a Butcher and I so wanted it to be a work of art, Incisions to take pride in.
The broadsheets were having a field day, I have been christened ‘Jack the Ripper’ or the ‘Beast of Whitechapel’ neither of them very flattering, but fair comment they have yet to see me at my best, maybe then their tone will change.
But then again, sensationalism sells newspapers, the truth never did, so I suppose I will just have to grit my teeth and get used to the idea, such is the price of fame or infamy. The newspapers are already taking sides, The more radical ones are blaming the Jews, of which there are many in Whitechapel, who will they blame next I wonder?
After reading the broadsheet over breakfast, I left for the Infirmary in a reasonably contented frame of mind. I was sat in my office, catching up on patient files when I had an unexpected visitor, one whose presence had me reeling!
(C) Damian Grange 2018