Leafblower
A squall pelts a neighborhood.
A maintenance man operating a leafblower blasts two homeless men sheltering in a tiny alcove of an apartment building.
He's blasting below the belt. Possessions ricochet off legs and ankles out to the street.
Where I watch from my car idling at a stoplight.
I've never seen anyone use a leafblower to scatter a human being.
The maintenance man yells something to the homeless men as he blasts away because they nod, lean shoulders into walls, hold up their hands.
They've surrendered.
Alas, no mercy.
A vignette for our times.