Monday 24 November 2014

On the Way to Greggs



Martha’s elbow crunched into the stranger’s nose causing a yelp of pain and an immediate flood of blood. The stranger fell to the floor but Martha kept walking, dragging the shocked looking Zoe along with her.
Both women were certainly all about the bass; they had curves in all the right places and some in the wrong places too. It was pretty clear they weren’t no size 2 but they didn’t need to be, both were beautiful women.
Zoe trotted along just behind the striding Martha occasionally looking back over her shoulder at the stricken stranger behind them. People had come to help him as he knelt on the ground like a crawling baby, letting blood drip from his nose.
‘What the…’ Zoe asked but Martha strode on. “Mart, what did you do that for?’ Zoe finally go the question out.
 ‘He was asking for it,’ Martha said nonchalantly as if she had just called the guy a wanker not smashed his nose in
‘He was?’ Zoe hadn’t even noticed the guy until she heard the sound of elbow on bone.
‘He’s a creep.’ Martha said.
‘Do you know him?’ Zoe asked, still struggling to keep up with her friend both physically and metaphorically.
‘Nope. Never seen him before in my life.’ Martha said.
‘So?’ Zoe wished her friend would just spill the beans.
‘Didn’t you hear him?’
Zoe shook her head. ‘What did he say?’
‘It wasn’t what he said, it was his whistling.’
‘He wolf-whistled us? That’s creepy. What is this, 1984?’ Zoe hadn’t heard it but she hated that.

‘No worse than that, he was whistling that Queen song.’ Martha said. ‘Fat-bottom girls. He deserves everything he got.’ Martha smiled at her friend and turned into Greggs to buy a pasty.

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