Tuesday Tales – Evil
Hey Everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Remember my old friends Gideon and Emma from my Steampunk Romance? They’re back! Our word this week is “evil”. Let’s see how I used it!
“So she’s finally putting her evil plan into motion?” Gideon questioned.
“That she is,” Edgar confirmed. “It took her workmen this long to replace the glass you shot out. Three died in the process. She has invited nearly all of London’s elite class to witness this. And she has made it abundantly clear who designed the humidor.”
“All the more reason I need to stop her.”
“I need to return to the city. You’ll be joining me soon?”
“In a couple of days, yes.”
“Very well. I will see you then.” Edgar waved his goodbyes before climbing into his own horseless carriage. It belched steam as it crawled up the road and out of sight. Gideon escorted Emma into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him. He set the bottle of absinthe on the wood table before crossing to the fireplace.
“So what’s this magic you’re going to preform?” Emma queried.
Gideon winked at her. “Patience, my sweet love. Let me get the fire burning first. I believe you promised me that you would be naked the rest of the day and I don’t want your skin to chill.”
He knelt to stoke the embers into a blaze then crossed the room to the green bottle of liquor. He popped the stopper of the bottle then rummaged in the chest. He smiled when he found Emma at his side.
“What are you looking for?” she pried.
“This.” Gideon lifted his hand to reveal the brass spider.
She scooped its lifeless form from his palm. “You repaired him!”
“I’m not finished, my love.” He took a jar out of the chest and unscrewed the top. Dropping several drops of the green liquid into the jar, he stirred the contents with his fingers until it was a paste. He flipped open the hatch on the back of the spider and scraped a finger’s worth into the tiny reservoir.
Before he could closed the lid, the spider’s jeweled eyes fluttered to life. Emma gasped in surprise.