The Other Place
(a semi-musical Steampunk Goth hybrid story)
Blog Eighteen: And Not Just Your Soul
Lady Oolong shivers. She slips off her goggles and leaves them to hang around her neck. The goggles keep out the sight of those that have moved on. In the dim light she squeezes drops into each eye to blur out the vision of the living. And it’s unlikely their father is still alive. Not a belief she would say to her younger sister, Lady Steamsail.
Familiar figures wander the hall she now hurries down. Some are inside deep alcoves that line the stone walls. She sees the glowing faces of relatives, friends, and acquaintances staring at her between rusty bars.
In a quiet voice, she sings:
Quite the place to be
When the owner of the castle,
Is your aunt
And she wants you,
Exactly where you are
But behind the bars
Behind the bars
Not so soon aunt
Not quite yet
I am not demised
Nor ready yet,
In the Other Place
She jolts at the sound of a familiar voice.
“About time you got here.” Mr. Intrepid’s voice sounds, weaker, than she remembers it.
“Where is your ghost, father?” she manages to whisper while slipping out a tiny, blue, ceramic vial from her bosom.
“You know what I want,” she hears Mr. Intrepid say in a stronger sounding voice. “A hot bath, while I drink Guinness with one hand, and a cup of tea with the other.”
Lady Oolong slips on her goggles. “Oh, you’re all battered and chained against that wall. Well then, I’ll bring your whole being back to the Real Place, and not just your soul.”
Lady Evelyn Oolong is portrayed by Taylor Norris, RMT email@example.com
Honourable Mention:Gothic Horror, Science Fiction, Steampunk, Story Telling, Writing