The night is cool. The blaze illuminates your face orange. Her vehicle is an inferno. You warm yourself before it. A minute ago, you set it on fire. Surprised it went up that quick, you think. Gluttonous flames devour her car. A breeze caresses your back. Hot air singes your face. You step away, flip off the once blue hybrid. Taking a drag from a cigarette, you cough. It was years since you smoked. Why now? you wonder. You shrug. The flames sound like a waterfall. A finger flick; the butt shoots into the blaze. It is instantly consumed. You stroll into the night. Your unhurried footfalls are loud. The heat on your face dissipates. There are no police, no fire trucks, no ambulances, and no sirens. No one confronts you. Am I petty? you wonder. That morning: You wake early on your day off, a day for chores. Sighing, you crawl from bed. Lots to do, you think. # With an armful of bags you exit the market. You plod to your car. Why …