The heavy smoke, entwined with the fog and shadows of late afternoon in central New York
We can see the tow truck lights, the flames pour from under the hood of the black sedan like red flickering sand
The tow truck driver leans against the flatbed, watching, fire extinguisher unused next to him, no match for those flames
What to tell the sedan’s owner, well, we towed it but then it just went up, sorry
Thanksgiving inferno, enjoy your holiday, good luck with the insurance company, have a drum stick
My daughter from the backseat, takes pictures of the spectacle as we slowly pass
“Wow,” she says, “that was a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
She’s not wrong.