Invisible Car Dealer
Once again the torches burned and the poor carcasse of the white car picked clean by army ants was lifted onto a flatbed truck bound for the crusher, nothing left but a little glitter on the ground. “Poof! It’s invisible!” Gladstone the African pronounced the fitting benediction. Maybe this was an African idea. I’d heard they were good businessmen. Not altogether gone, but the white car still here invisible in some new dimension? Did that mean you could still sell it?