Two paper bags wrestle in the middle of the dusty road; the weary and fading sun beats down on the onlookers, a cloud of smoke rose above them. Old men sit on small tables and played cards outside their family owned shops smiling politely at passers by.

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Two paper bags wrestle in the middle of the dusty road; the weary and fading sun beats down on the onlookers, a cloud of smoke rose above them. Old men sit on small tables and played cards outside their family owned shops smiling politely at passers by.

Old ladies walk steadily down the street, looking up to the heavens with contempt as it started to rain. An army of umbrellas stand to attention while their owners run as fast as their legs will allow them, down the sidewalk.

The raindrops scream down like missiles released from a flying bomber, exploding into a thousand pieces on impact with the floor. The old men at their tables scramble for cover, their cards lay strewn across the playing surface.

A man with a cigarette above his right ear and tattoos covering his bare arms bends over and turns up the volume on the stereo on the steps leading up to the front door, as though in a trance the group resting on the stairs all nod their heads to the beat. An attractive woman with swirling brown eyes and runs up the street with her coat over her chocolaty brown flowing hair, but stops in mid-step to turn around, the group, now standing under the door arch to escape the cascading rain, all turn their necks round to look down the bottom of the road.

A tall sinister looking man with a hood covering his head rides a bicycle held together with bits of peeling sticky tape down the middle of the flooded road. Suddenly he slams on his rusted brakes and swings the bike round, so he can also look down the road.

The bass from the gleaming blacked out Lexus galloping down the runway drowns out the noise coming from the speakers of the stereo, the wheel rims cut through the water like blades of steel, sending ripples of rain water over the drains and onto the scarred slabs of concrete, the wheels didn’t seem to touch the floor, the car appeared to be gliding over the road.

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The large man on the bike throws his body and bike in to the gutter, in a frenzied attempt to save his life, he looks at the car as it flies past and makes and makes a gesture that would frighten an old lady.

The attractive woman starts to run towards the car pulling into a space at the side of the road, as the car door opened a huge cloud of cigar smoke spilled out from inside, two large, well suited men slowly got out, they shouted over to the gang on the steps, but it was ...

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