There wasn’t much time. In less than a half hour, some other Bobby would turn the corner and find his latest offering. He had to look sharp. He checked again down the cobbled street for signs of movement, of any activity at all, and was rewarded with none. And yet this half-angered him; that he should be such talk of the town but remain so invisible. Although what option did he have? Could he strut along the pavements by the light of day and doff his cap to strangers and fellow uniforms and tell them that here was the famous man they’d all been searching for these past long months? That here was the leather apron they’d so titled and so revered in their tacky little printed papers that detailed drawings of his work? No, that would never do. Because there was Clarity to consider, and Clarity had never been anything other than perfect; he wasn’t going to bring shame on her and the boys. Oh, their boys. What would become of them if he wasn’t around to continue his work?
Everyone was scared. Everyone wanted reasons; and he could give them a hundredfold, but that would mean admitting his part and he couldn’t do that to dear, sweet Clarity who’d never done a thing to harm anyone and had promised she could love the devil out of him – like a charm, as if her love had the ability to wash over his anger and clean away all the intent and fire that raged within him. No, the evil could only be obliterated by eviscerating the very bodies that it lived happily inside. Evil would out. He was seeing to that – and in this way he should be rewarded for scourging the streets of foul deeds and unclean bodies harbouring depraved thoughts. They should be thanking him, not searching for him with ideas to capture and curtail his work. They should have known when he swore his oath to uphold common decency that he would do this to the best of his ability. That in uniformed, open sight, he would seek out the ill-tempered, foul-mouthed, drunken creatures who considered themselves a form of pleasurable release for men who had the coin to pay for it, and then, in darkness, return to expunge them. Because these animals of debauchery had to be cleansed from the streets where one day his own boys would walk as fine, good men themselves, and he would not have temptations stand in their way.
Written for the Creative Writing Ink image prompt 15/09/2016