“He’s been banging her for years Marge!” The middle age man breathlessly said, then taking another draw of his rollie ” I mean my god her husband doesn’t even know!”.
Marge looked at her husband with a grin, she loved the gossip. As she grinned the massive gap between her front teeth could be seen. Holding her baby like a badge.
“I know Fred, right? She goes on the school run, comes home and does the dirty deed. The tramp!” She smiled, Fred was a loyal husband and she knew he’d never cheat.
There was a loud sound from the loft, they could hear it down in the kitchen.
“I swear there’s rats up there, I may have to have a look love” Fred said.
“No, don’t worry. I don’t think it’s rats. Probably just the wind, it gets draughty up there” marge mimicked the wind “I’ll have a look in a while”
“Alright so Marge, I’ll leave it to you!”
He puffed on the last of his rookie, put down his mug of tea and grandly announced he was going to the job centre.
Marge stood at the window and tutted at her neighbour who was having an affair. “Dirty old trough, imagine carrying on like that” she tutted once more.
Fred looked at her, he was happy to have such a loyal woman. Best one on the estate, he got a real catch there.
He stood up, gave Marge a kiss on the cheek and got his keys.
“Don’t forget the list!” She said and pulled out a list longer than a toilet roll. “We need the basics love”.
“Fair dos, I’ll see you later love” he said lovingly. He closed the front door behind him.
As soon as the door closed, Marge put the baby straight in his travel cot and went sprinting upstairs. She got an old broom and tapped on the attic door. The loft hatch opened and the built in ladder slid down. A man came down the ladder.
“Is he gone?” The man asked wiping sleep from his eye.
“Yes, now come over here and do me harder than a bottle of lambrini!”
The man obliged and went full throttle.
And so here starts the tale of The Crescent. A little housing area were everyone gets involved in each others lives. Marge and Fred are one of many families that live in the Crescent.
Dany Slone 