The door was ajar and Aaron could see into the room that was soon to become his new home. The dust hung like heavy golden clouds in the sun lit air and everywhere debris lay strewn, the detritus of an angry departure. Someone had sprayed "Fuck the counsel" on the wall. Charming, Aaron thought.
The water and electricity were working here too, so the graffiti was wrong - the Council were to be praised for their oversight.
The room did indeed have a view, one of the canal, visible between two buildings opposite. He could just make out the prow of a river boat and thought wistfully of his childhood on the Broads.
Aaron could hear other people in the building and wondered what his new neighbours would be like.
