The shiny new bicycle looked slightly incongruous propped against the corrugated fence splashed with yellow. Traffic sounds were muffled here and the coo coo coo of a dove alternated with the sound of a saw. Faded silver graffiti on the riveted green door matched the galvanised iron. Above it, a glimpse of sky though the tangled barbed wire.
A buddleia seedling clung to the cracked concrete, its roots seeking sustenance from an unseen source.
Opposite, were more corrugated walls, this time in blue, with a bright yellow security warning. A pulley, which seemed completely unconnected to any supporting structure, dangled overhead.
Crisp plane leaves danced among the shadows drawn by the bare tree on the tarmac.. A faint sweetish toasted smell mingled with that of oil.
A car door slamming suggested someone coming or going. Then an alarm sounded.
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