My wheels roll and creak, scratching jagged lines into the bitumen road when I come to a halt.
Towering over the town, the black eyes for windows glare at me. The pavement is smashed, the wood is rotting and the metal, rusting. The tire hangs from the tree like a decomposing body, pieces of it collapsing onto the ground every now and then.
The wind howls as I drag my bike along with me, the wheels...
