Bear in the road
Then, I see a blackened house. Windows have disappeared. A burnt-out car wreck. Another house that has gone up in flames. Several more car wrecks. Black tree trunks whose branches and leaves have been devoured by a relentless fire. The closer we get to the centre, the more burnt-out houses we see, until we drive past entire streets lined with ashen houses and cars. Witnesses of blind violence and destruction. It’s still quiet in the car. Even the goat is no longer kicking.