Those People

Wind-driven rain followed by a steep drop in temps caused the seed in the feeder to freeze, so through the open window she aimed her Conair Pro Style 1600 and hollered, “For the titmice and the juncos!” before releasing a cylinder of heat into the block of frozen seed, this courageous Karen with contoured cheeks suddenly ecstatic with a download of truth, a revelation so instant and powerful it threatened to explode her smooth decolletage, and upright she shot with understanding that the worst addiction suffered is not to oxy or booze, not to sugar, to fast food, or to sloth, but to blame.