[ IP ] What happened here ?

With an effortless flick of my right wrist, I threw her piece-of-crap cellphone* over the top of the window. Why she'd never get a new one was beyond me. My left hand stayed on the wheel, working with my foot to move the sleek sportscar in a slow and steady line; perfect for admiring my handiwork. From the point on the highway that I found myself, probably a few miles from the township, you could see everything. A glowing cube of orange light, spitting out fragments of ash that had completed their journey from ranger's shack to memoirs of a beautiful blaze. Try as I might to resist, my mind wandered from the euphoric view in front of me to the memory of a past I was trying to put behind me. Back when the ranger's cabin was a functioning, cozy resting place for people not so inclined to the forest life. 
 
 I'd sat with the ranger's assistant for almost an hour, waiting for the strikers to get into gear; with no reception on my phone, we'd got to know each other quite well. After shooting the shit for awhile, I remarked that it was almost time for the demonstration to begin. For an assistant, the kid knew quite a bit; he warned me against using flash photography ( which I told him would n't be a problem and tried to explain to him for the fifth time that I was a *journalist* ) and told me to not piss off the activists. `` They might look like a bunch of skinny hippies'', he started, `` but man do they pack a punch! Especially the chicks, pretty surprising, really.'' I thanked him for his advice and kept my cynical responses to myself and made for the tree that the demonstration was to be taking place at... and there she was. 
 
 I snapped myself out of the stupid daydream as soon as I realised I was in it. I was n't going to think about her any more. I'd done what I had to do and now it was over. I had n't left a trace of DNA, not a single clue that could lead anyone to even suspect me for the fire. But she'd know. The forest I met her in, proposed to her in, everything. And she'd suffer. Mission accomplished. 
 
 *Footnote: the blue-ish light to the right of the picture. I know it'd more than likely go the other way if it was a phone being thrown, but I wanted to work it into the story somehow.
