Serious Tsaona Izvezvi Warren Park Round About
Suddenly, the car's fuel tank, or perhaps a tyre, gave way with a sharp thwump. A massive column of black smoke shot upward, briefly obscuring the directional arrow sign before the wind snatched it away.Warren Park roundabout, usually a
symphony of impatient horns and grinding minibus gears, had frozen. It was 8:47 PM, and the night was split in two by a monstrous, radiant core of heat: a burning car.
