Fences

This, they unanimously decided, was a loss.
The fumes from the burning rubber filled their noses and clouded their eyes as their sacrificial offering went up in flames. This was as sentimental as it got on the road. The girls sat, perched on makeshift chairs around the fire. It licked and chewed feverishly at the carcass. A flat tire. Their flat tire, to be more precise. You win some, you lose some, they had said. This, they unanimously decided, was a loss.