Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 24

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 24

  The Mayor, feeling somewhat like a mouse caught in its own trap, could only lay the blame on the amount of brandy that they had both consumed. He was for once, speechless, he felt like the condemned man who had chosen his own place of execution.

After she had regained a little of her composure and attempted relatively successfully to dress herself, a euphoric Maude took her leave of the Mayor. Her parting comment, like an arrow to his heart, was, ‘I’ve rather set my heart on a White Wedding!’

Once the door had closed behind her, The Mayor poured himself another  large brandy and downed it in one gulp, he sat at the table with his head in his hands, he wasn’t crying, but he really felt like he should. the citizens of Littlehampton had no idea of the mental and physical hardships that he, The Mayor, had to endure, just to keep the town running his way.

The Mayor was not the only one having problems, old Sam Parry was getting a right ear bashing from June, his wife. She agreed with him on principle, she had no wish to see Zombies staggering all over the town, making the place look untidy. But the thought of her husband and his Armoured Resistance Corps made her cringe.

She was beginning to think he was regressing when foraging in the spare room he recovered his WW2 tin hat, then he dove in again and came out with his old motorcycling jacket with the “born to be wild” logo on the back, she was convinced that he had finally flipped, it was maybe time to call the doctor again.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

 

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