Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 71 )
But when all is said and done, we are still kin, theological disagreements aside. I did enjoy my stay at my Brother’s Parish. I was brought up in the country and loved it still.
I ventured out each day after breakfast and walked for miles through the countryside. Everything was so fresh and green after the squalor of Whitechapel . I gulped in the fresh country air like a drowning man , clinging to his last hope of survival.
Everything around me was growing and flowering, the fields seemed to be alive, whereas back in London, all was rot, decay and disease. I think it was then that I made a mental note, one day, when my task is done, I will leave the city and return home to the country. I feel comfortable here, away from the squalor that is Whitechapel.
Whether it will be this country or another, I know not, who knows where fate may lead me, I’m still a relatively young man, anything could befall me. Who knows? one day I may even find contentment, or is that too much for a man of my kind to hope for, I wonder ?, maybe my brother is praying for my soul!
(C) Damian Grange 2018