Abandoned in a fast food carpark sits a slice of pickle. Tossed from a burger out a car window, it sits between the lines marking car spaces. Bright lights shine upon it, and past it again, as headlights light it up and drive on by. A child picks it up between finger and thumb, gives it a suspicious look, and then a suspicious lick, before a mother notices and flicks it away. Into the bush, where the slice of pickle will stay.