Slight Fracture -- Episode 1: Service

Welcome to Fracture, a fake fake place, where fake fake people live surreal lives. Episode 1: Service (Narrated by Gillian Jane Lees) Welcome to Fracture... Where dusk is dissected by two lines of halogen high beams The forecourt in the distance. There is a reptile musk of petrochemical pheromones. This distilled essence of long-lost lizards attracts new ones to the watering hole. Cars, trucks, a coach from somewhere in Europe. Behind the well-lit concrete structures The beams illuminate the scene. Two men, inexpertly naked, trace circles in the dusty gravel of the service station car park. They shift on fingertips and the balls of their feet. Teeth bared, scraping grit and grazed knees. Their every day skins shed in a pile by the wheel arch. White shirt, burgundy knitted tie. Long shadows cast. The territory is mine, one howls in victory His dominance dangling without dignity. The smell of dry earth, petrol and blood. Two hundred meters away, a burger king.