Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 143 )
I was almost in tears, totally overwhelmed by the thought of returning home to England, I had done my duty and now I could return. It was the first time that I had left my homeland and South Africa would not have been my choice.
People call Africa, the Dark Continent and it certainly was to my eyes. I am sure that like other places it has some beauty, but where I was stationed was arid and dry, a veritable hellhole, as much for the warders as the inmates, I most certainly won’t be sorry to leave here.
I think as soon as I am home and settled, I will visit my Brother, Giles, I long for the green and verdant English countryside, the thing that I missed so much. It is good to know that I have done my duty as my masters saw fit. And now that once again I am free to make my own way in this world. I think once again, I will ask my elder Brother for his advice, for he seems to know me, far better than I do.
I could of course, return to my position at the Whitechapel Infirmary, but I rather fancy a different sort of challenge, I have a mind to set myself up in surgery again, after all I am not the old me, these days hardly a drink passes my lips and then only socially and even then in moderation, I have no other distractions. I am after all a man of good reputation, feted by both the public and my peers in the Medical Profession.
(C) Damian Grange 2019