#alphi01

     The situation has grown into quite the spectacle; people have gathered into a small crowd around the tree and the red car wrapped around its middle. There is a quiet hysteria Alphi can smell in their fascinated murmurs and gasps.      Touching the police tape separating them from the white sheet 15 feet away, Alphi notes that it feels tacky, sticky against his hot palms. He threads it between his fingers with a pensive squint before answering, “nothing specific. Maybe their mama, if they have one. Thinking about where it all started, right? I would.”