The Number Plate That Fell Off, Chapter One

One day I found a number plate in the gutter. It looked lonely and forlorn, and so I picked it up and carried it home. The shed seemed to be the place where it was happiest and it became chummy with an old singular boot lace and a double-edged saw rescued from a junk shop. Whenever there was a camera in the shed it begged to be photographed, oblivious to the clutter in front of it. Thus far the only way to give it gallery space commensurate with its stark and simple beauty is to crop out the extraneous tools, shafts, and machinery craving photographic attention, leaving a tiny image of just 566 KB.
In Chapter Two, the number plate that fell off will reveal more of its characters and resolve to grow in size and importance.