Jack and his First Love

Written for the 120-pieces of a nightmare contest. Written on the prompt Jack the Ripper.

I saw Mary Ann in front of the stable. She goes by Polly. I love Polly. She has always been so sweet to me. I’ve known her since we were children. I always thought we’d be married by now.

Oh no. That wasn’t her plan.

She’s now an hourly mistress, touched by any man willing to pay. It’s currently 3 AM and I have my kit in hand. It’s time to operate.

“Polly, come here.” I had two pounds in my hand flashing it to her. She followed me into the stable by her corner. I pulled out my knife, grabbed her neck to silence her with my other hand. “Now I will know you, completely”