Like ageing vertebrae, wheel rims slice through the perished tyres, leaving the skeleton of the once proud Kombi languishing within its earthen tomb. The duco peels, enticing rust to penetrate further. Rainwater trickles unimpeded between windscreen wipers to the very heart of the beast which lies silent and bereft within the decaying frame. A door stands absentmindedly ajar, a beacon for a slither of snake and a web of spider, a belfry of bat and a crunch of cockroach.
It rests, past its use-by-date, alone and unattended in the paddock. Within reach of the shed stacked high with spare parts, with oil guns, with wheel jacks, with tyres saved from neighbouring heaps. Inexorably sinking into the squelch of the primordial slime, the van is reclaimed by the jungle, abandoned and exhausted.
A forlorn sight, engulfed by the glowing grasses, consumed by earth, wind, and water, it endures its inevitable fate.
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