Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 7
‘You are right, Charlie,’ agreed Tom Duggan, the local Butcher, whose second home was the Three Crowns, Charlie’s pub. ‘It is up to us, the people of this town to make a stand, Littlehampton needs a revolution!’ ‘Here, here!’ stated a chorus of local drinkers, ‘Liberty for Littlehampton, Freedom from Council Oppression!’
And while the locals sang of Liberty, The Mayor was as usual working his charms on one of his female supporters, The Butchers wife, Phoebe. He was in no great hurry, Tom Duggan liked to hold court in the Three Crowns and he was well known as a ten pints a night man. He would by now be halfway down his fifth so there was plenty of time.
Phoebe was not the most glamourous woman in Littlehampton, but what she lacked in looks she made up for in ardour, She could never get enough of the Mayor and the illicit passion that he offered. It was not that the Mayor was attractive or particularly well-endowed. It was more a case of him being occasionally available, something, Tom, her husband never was.
And on the occasions he did sleep with her, that was exactly what he did, with a surfeit of snores, mumbles and the stench of stale beer. The Mayor although far from perfect, and a known philanderer, was at least occasionally available to make her feel desirable once more.
And laying on her marital bed with her legs wrapped around him, and he pumping away between them, she was aware that it wasn’t love, but whatever it was, it was better than being alone, waiting for her husband to stagger back from the Three Crowns, after drinking his fill.
(C) Damian Grange 2017