The Ripper (100 words)
Picture – copyright Dave Stewart
Ruby walked with a false confidence across the park, abandoned as it was to night’s inky embrace.
Eyes adjusting, she discerned a subtle contrast between the ragged crowns of trees, the charcoal smudge of the sky and the pale, almost supernatural luminosity of the bandstand. Tiny needles of freezing rain peppered the girl’s porcelain cheeks as she made for cover.
A sparking flint flashed a vivid orange snapshot of the defiled pavilion walls and ugly, vulgar words leapt from every surface to assault her senses.
He drew deeply on a cigarette, flicked it contemptuously away and strode purposefully toward her.