South Bridge.
X is gazing in the direction of a blue tit hopping from branch to branch. A hooded walker smiles briefly through X as he walks towards the Tiller Conglomerates outpost. The Vaconsoft Parkway executives are nowhere to be seen on this Saturday morning as they luxuriate in a weekend of prescribed leisure.
The sky has turned predominately grey. A warning sign flashes amber on the periphery of the business park zone 24.
A distant radio commentary echoes through a road vent someplace or other.
‘…and Pointeso are leading by three goals to nil already…’
Tune out.
Young children’s voices turn out to be two girls rambling around the Parkway aimlessly in their late teens. They climb the underside of the service area bridge.
Girl A: Black hair, black leather jacket.
Girl B: Platinum hair, white sports jacket.
Girl A: Climbs the embankment underneath the bridge and leans against a metal panel…eyes glazed and transfixed by the cool screen of her mobile phone.
X scans across to the freeway marker peeping out over the synthetic plastic trees.
M245 – South Bound.
Pointeso Centrale, Hayescale.
A spot of rain.
Girl A: Slides down the concrete scuffing the leather on her jacket. She’s yelling something incomprehensible to girl B.
Girl B precariously navigates the manicured grass bank.
Girl B picks up a carrier bag and slides it down the concrete slope.
A middle-aged doleful looking couple are making their way across the bridge. A guy in a fluorescent top jogs by.
Middle-aged couple reappear and venture past the teenagers as a moorhen screeched a digitised call.
Girl A and girl B walk out of view. A halcyon moment passes.
The traffic continues to roll across the concrete slab on the Southside of the bridge.
