Walk home

Four blocks before I made eye contact with a blind man, someone lit a trashcan on fire. I could smell it before I saw it. Oddly sweet, it easily could have been a vendor roasting yams. A woman hurriedly dumped the contents of her water bottle into the flames, causing smoke to pour out furiously. The warped garbage bag had turned to a stringy black mess, parts of it badly melted onto the metal can. It looked permanent.