Random writes: a little ditty and Part 2 of Cecile

Formula for an American icon:

Begin with an American original,
Add present day artist
Connect the dots of similarity
Put a flame to their praise
Mix together all who are in agreeance
Add salt to taste

Now you have a phenomenon.

Part 2 from the Jack the Ripper Story: Cecile

Cecile never minded walking in long dark alleys, so, she decided to take the shortcut to the docks. Through her gin induced haze, she had forgotten about the four murders that had occurred over the past six weeks. She forgot that the victims were always prostitutes and always butchered. And she forgot about the awful name the papers gave this criminal, “Jack The Ripper.” All Cecile thought about was how happy she was for earning so much in so little time. This would prove to Harland she would never really double cross him and that she is worthy of his companionship. Skipping down the street, the drunk prostitue was unaware of anyone hiding in the darkest corners of White Chapel's alleys.

Cecile stopped near the park to pull out the rest of her gin when a young man approached her.
The brow of his hat was pulled down below his eyes so she couldn't get a look at the face that was talking to her. She couldn't understand what he had said, but she knew what he meant from the knife that was poking her belly. She tried to scream but he had covered her mouth with his handkerchief. Feeling the first slice of her flesh, now all she could think about was Harland and his boots. Her dress felt cold and wet as blood oozed down her legs. The attacker pulled his handkerchief away from her mouth. She tried to scream again, but before she could hear her own voice he started sawing her neck. From that point on, Harland was no longer in her mind. In fact, Cecile had no thoughts at all. All she had was the feeling of pain and metal as they simultaneously attacked her body. Finally, her breathing slowed with a brief sense of euphoria that ended as she drew her last breath.

Her attacker dragged her about 20 feet in front of the door of an apartment building. He propped both her legs up, placed one hand over her heart, and had her other arm outstretched to her side. Taking a look, he decided he had one more thing to do. Turning her head to the right side, he sawed off her nose and took off running into the darkness.

Within minutes, a young man stumbled over Cecile's mutilated body. Keeping his head turned away from her face, his hands were moving feverishly trying to locate the pockets of her dress. When he found them, he pulled out a silver sixpence from her left pocket. But at the last minute he changed his mind and left the silver piece lying ontop of her torn dress leaving Cecile exposed but not robbed.