Those People

Wind-driven rain followed by a steep drop in temps caused the food in the feeder to freeze, so through a crack in the window she aimed her hair dryer and shouted, “For the titmice and juncos!” before releasing an arrow of high heat into the heart of frozen seed, this courageous Karen with contoured cheeks doing God’s work, suddenly ecstatic with a download of truth, a revelation so instant and powerful it threatened to explode her moisturized decolletage, and upright she shot with understanding that the worst addiction suffered was not to oxy or benzos, not to sugar or Big Macs, or to sloth, but to blame.