Barbara bent over the dumpster. “There’re some good pickings tonight, Ken.”

Ken was mesmerized by the extravagance of the food. “It must be Christmas!” he lamented. “I remember a time when I had all this and a warm home…”

“Hurry, Ken, if you want any. The others have spotted us!”

Connell chose to write about this, unplanned until a few minutes ago, because he has (long) realized that if we all ate a little less then perhaps others could eat a little more.