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HowardThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Angus Dick | |
| Wednesday, 14 May 2008 | |
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Share it:      HOWARD She had been the only one. The only woman he had ever loved. Until he met her he knew no love. His mother, he despised. His father he never knew. He was in his mid forties and had always been a loner. To his customer in the bar, Howard was a pleasant, if unremarkable man, who said little and bothered no one. His long silences and remoteness sometimes irritated his customers, but they were mostly content to let him be. The pub was his now, inherited from his mother in whose shadow he had lived. Even now, eighteen years after her death he still did. “Your mother used to say ….”. “ Do you remember when she …. “. “That time she … you would have laughed!” e e e Some days were easier for him. He would run on auto-pilot and turn his thoughts to the day SHE first came in the pub. It was a Friday lunchtime. She was with two other women and an overweight man, who he later came to know was the owner of a local printing business. The man took charge of the seating arrangements, ensuring that she sat next to him during the lunch. For some reason, even on the first occasion, this irked Howard, and he took an instant dislike to the man. They ordered lunch and drinks. From what Howard could over-hear, they spoke mostly about work and seemed comfortable in each other’s company. Except, as Howard began to observe, there appeared to be a tension between the man and her. They came in every Friday for weeks and more and more Howard was drawn to her. He could hardly wait for the weekly visit and knew that he was becoming attracted to her. After a few weeks he was beside himself. When he watched her his passions were aroused. When she passed the bar on her way to the ladies toilet he was jolted into a frenzy of sexual awareness. When she gave him a polite smile of acknowledgement his hands shook and his palms sweated. One, Friday as she walked back to the table, every movement of her body sent shudders through him until he ejaculated, sending a warm stream of semen into his underwear. He rushed to the toilet and puked. He fled to the flat and frantically cleaned himself and changed. When he returned to the bar minutes later they were gone. He knew then that he had to have her. He knew he could not ask his customers for information. He knew that he would stutter and blush his way through the enquiry and was afraid they would see that he was infatuated with her.
He decide on a course of action. e e e The girl who worked on Friday afternoons was late. Howard snatched up the telephone and called her. She was on the way. Howard paced. He was tetchy and his regulars noticed. “ You coming down with something Howard ?” He ignored them. The girl arrived. He poured himself a large Vodka, downed it in one, mumbled some excuse and left the pub. He drove to the printers at the edge of the town next to the The Old Wood. He waited for hours until at last the employees came out of the building. He would speak to her. In his tortured mind he imagined she would throw herself into his arms. She wasn’t in the group. She must still be in there. Howard got out of the van and approached the office tentively. Through the window he could see her. She was clearing her desk. He would wait in the van until she came out. He was shaking and perspiring and in a high state of sexual arousal. He could wait no longer. He left the van and approached the door. He entered and headed for her office. Outside her door he hesitated. There were sounds coming from the office. Moans and sounds of bodies locked in sexual contact. Howard was incensed. He burst through the door to find the fat man and her naked on the floor. She screamed. The fat man gaped at Howard. “ You have betrayed me !!” he roared at her. He grabbed a paperweight from the desk and smashed the fat man over the scull. He heard it crack. The fat man slumped, lifeless, blood oozing from his head. He turned to her. Her eyes full of panic and pleading. It was too late. Rage filled him. He hauled her to her feet and held her in a passionate embrace until he orgasmed She cried out and struggled. His hands found their way to her throat and he squeezed. His brain crackled like fat in a fire. He snuffed the life out of her, whispering rasply in her ear. “Why? Why? When you knew I loved you !” She slumped to the floor. After an eternity of silence he picked up her naked body and headed for the wood with her cradled in his arms The burial seemed to last forever. He scraped and tore at the soil with his bare hands until he hollowed out a shallow grave for her last resting place. He cried as he lowered her into the hole. She had betrayed him but he still loved her. He would cover her with the soft warm earth where she would be protected for ever. Where no-one would find or disturb her. He could never visit her for fear of discovery. He left a small token of his love. e e e To his customer in the bar, Howard was a pleasant, if unremarkable man, who said little and bothered no one. His long silences and remoteness sometimes irritated his customers, but they were mostly content to let him be. Years went by and he became more and more withdrawn. His customers would sometimes try to draw him out. Usually without much success. e e e Conversations ebbed and flowed at the bar. Howard heard a little . “ ……………. so you have secured that building contract Dave?” “Yeh. It’s a big undertaking for me but loads of money to be made ……….. gonna have demolish the old printer building ………… and dig up most of the Old Wood for an industrial estate and a car park …..” “The printers building …………… isn’t that the one where the owner was murdered by his secretary … … years ago………..didn’t ever catch up with her did they ………….” Copyright 2008 Angus Dick |
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