there is nothing that can be done

The charred remains sit there as a crowd forms.
‘What happened?’, someone asks, eyeing up the still burning mess.
‘It was an accident’, I answer.

Someone else comes over, fuck fuck fuck…

‘Oh god’, she says before looking away quickly.
‘It’s bad isn’t it?’, I ask no one in particular.

‘What are we going to do?’, someone asks, poking the black mess tentatively.
‘What can we do? Fuck, shit, fuck!’, I say.

‘I’m so sorry…’ again, to no one specifically.

There is nothing that can be done. There is no going back…
This pizza is no longer edible.