Alice was on the late shift at The Mark Addy.
She wiped the bar, counted the final takings and stashed them in the safe.
“’Night!”. she called across to Steve. “See y’later!”
“See ya luv!”
And as Alice left The Addy, she picked up her bag and smoothed her top over her jeans.
Her favourite plain white tank top.
Just tight enough to show her curves.
Just adorned with a plump, juicy, bright red apple.
Just enough sauce for bar room banter.
Just two words.
“Eat me!” smirked the slogan.
And Arnie, spotting Alice turn into New Bailey Street, slowed his car.
Just offered her a lift with ‘just a bite to eat’.
Alice fetched up just three days later in the River Irwell. Not even Mark Addy could save her.
Just another story for the Manchester Evening News.
“That’s just life,” said the famous Salford pub’s tap room philosopher.
So just who’s got the t-shirt now?
Natalie Wood
(Copyright, Natalie Irene Wood – 15 March 2012)
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