cars were expensive compared to the small black
hatchback Alison owned. Alison opened the passenger’s door for Madison and then
walked around to the driver’s side and got in. Madison slipped inside the car
and shut the door - automatically strapping herself in. She waited patiently
for Alison to start the car and reverse out of her parking space.
“It’s only ten minutes down the road” she said turning the
wheel a full 360 degrees and speeding out of the car park.
Madison slowly began to slip into a day dream as she gazed
out of the windscreen at the building of London. Everything in London was
beautiful, the buildings were breath taking, the shops were sensational and
every tiny feature was lit up like a Christmas tree – London was truly
stunning. As she took in the sights, her mind couldn’t help but wonder back
over the image of Brendan standing by the side of the taxi as it removed him
from Madison life after such a short encounter. She understood now how it
felt to be completely infatuated with someone. It had only been hours since she
had last laid eyes on Brendan, but Madison knew that his face would remain in
her thoughts forever.
Madison remained silent for the duration of the journey to
the bedsit. Alison took them on a short cut along a silent alleyway towards the
Property, the sounds of the busy main road eked around entrance of the alley,
echoing loudly within the towering walls. The buildings which surrounded the
alley were all identical, built in the 1940’s out of the same dark grey/green
stone. The buildings toppled over the small black car, almost three or four
stories high. Mould and other types of fungi grew on the outside of the
buildings - giving them a damp shiny appearance from the lack of sunlight which
penetrated the alleyway. They turned out of the alleyway into a main road
and then quickly turned down a smaller alleyway next to a restaurant called Peters. The alleyway was narrow and bare, no posters of signed clung to the stone
walls of the building that surrounded it nor was there any litter on the
ground. The whole alleyway was eerily quiet compared to the main road just
outside. It appeared almost inhabitable - Madison couldn’t image anyone would
live any here. As they drove further down the alleyway the road began to
widen out, they approached a couple of parking spaces to the left. On the
right, stood back from the road was two large Victorian houses. The houses were
three stories high and looked oddly misplaced in comparison to the rest of the
alleyway. Iron railings surrounded the two small overgrown front gardens, grass
and long brown weeds spilled out over the railings into the road.
Alison broke sharply and turned into one of the parking
spaces slamming on the brakes further, she turned off the engine and undone her
seat belt.
“Ready?” she said, turning to face Madison - a smile spread
across her lips.
Madison nodded slowly, unclipped her seat belt and opening
the car door and jumping out. She couldn’t help but feel repulsed about the
bedsit - it was a dump.
Alison got out of the car and watched Madison as she studied
the outside structure of the house. The house had once been painted white in
the 150 years it had been standing, however, in the last 50 years the paint had
started to peel off and the house had never been repainted. Large patches
of paint were missing revealing large panels of rotten black wood. The windows
of the house hadn’t been cleaned in years. The glass had turned a translucent
light brown colour, with specks of black from years of bird excrement hitting
the windows. White paint flaking from the window ledges, the window ledges on
the very top floor of the attic had completely disintegrated leaving gaping
holes vulnerable to the weather and nesting birds. Taller industrial-looking
buildings surrounded the alleyway, causing the houses to look small and tucked
away within the larger buildings.
“Shall we have a look inside?”
hatchback Alison owned. Alison opened the passenger’s door for Madison and then
walked around to the driver’s side and got in. Madison slipped inside the car
and shut the door - automatically strapping herself in. She waited patiently
for Alison to start the car and reverse out of her parking space.
“It’s only ten minutes down the road” she said turning the
wheel a full 360 degrees and speeding out of the car park.
Madison slowly began to slip into a day dream as she gazed
out of the windscreen at the building of London. Everything in London was
beautiful, the buildings were breath taking, the shops were sensational and
every tiny feature was lit up like a Christmas tree – London was truly
stunning. As she took in the sights, her mind couldn’t help but wonder back
over the image of Brendan standing by the side of the taxi as it removed him
from Madison life after such a short encounter. She understood now how it
felt to be completely infatuated with someone. It had only been hours since she
had last laid eyes on Brendan, but Madison knew that his face would remain in
her thoughts forever.
Madison remained silent for the duration of the journey to
the bedsit. Alison took them on a short cut along a silent alleyway towards the
Property, the sounds of the busy main road eked around entrance of the alley,
echoing loudly within the towering walls. The buildings which surrounded the
alley were all identical, built in the 1940’s out of the same dark grey/green
stone. The buildings toppled over the small black car, almost three or four
stories high. Mould and other types of fungi grew on the outside of the
buildings - giving them a damp shiny appearance from the lack of sunlight which
penetrated the alleyway. They turned out of the alleyway into a main road
and then quickly turned down a smaller alleyway next to a restaurant called Peters. The alleyway was narrow and bare, no posters of signed clung to the stone
walls of the building that surrounded it nor was there any litter on the
ground. The whole alleyway was eerily quiet compared to the main road just
outside. It appeared almost inhabitable - Madison couldn’t image anyone would
live any here. As they drove further down the alleyway the road began to
widen out, they approached a couple of parking spaces to the left. On the
right, stood back from the road was two large Victorian houses. The houses were
three stories high and looked oddly misplaced in comparison to the rest of the
alleyway. Iron railings surrounded the two small overgrown front gardens, grass
and long brown weeds spilled out over the railings into the road.
Alison broke sharply and turned into one of the parking
spaces slamming on the brakes further, she turned off the engine and undone her
seat belt.
“Ready?” she said, turning to face Madison - a smile spread
across her lips.
Madison nodded slowly, unclipped her seat belt and opening
the car door and jumping out. She couldn’t help but feel repulsed about the
bedsit - it was a dump.
Alison got out of the car and watched Madison as she studied
the outside structure of the house. The house had once been painted white in
the 150 years it had been standing, however, in the last 50 years the paint had
started to peel off and the house had never been repainted. Large patches
of paint were missing revealing large panels of rotten black wood. The windows
of the house hadn’t been cleaned in years. The glass had turned a translucent
light brown colour, with specks of black from years of bird excrement hitting
the windows. White paint flaking from the window ledges, the window ledges on
the very top floor of the attic had completely disintegrated leaving gaping
holes vulnerable to the weather and nesting birds. Taller industrial-looking
buildings surrounded the alleyway, causing the houses to look small and tucked
away within the larger buildings.
“Shall we have a look inside?”
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