this morning #409.

this morning, with wild wonder, he stood on the side of a four-lane highway & watched as the hood of his chevy made a quick, crackling noise & then burst into flames. he quickly backed away from it as a thick, black smoke fluttered & rose up into the clear, blue sky. on the other end of the line, a calm woman with a twang asked him “what’s your emergency?” at that moment, he could’ve answered in a number of ways but decided to focus on the growing fire. car after car whizzed on by, their occupants craning their necks but too busy & too afraid of getting burnt to stop. it was probably better that they didn’t. he hadn’t yet figured out what to do about the contents of his trunk.