Who Was the Callous One

She had a callous patch a few years ago Bruised and beaten, as some of you know. Her husband was a rounder, traveling to and fro. Rough and mean, rugged, but incredibly slow. She finally flicked him off her big toe as the empowered sometimes do. Kicked him under the rug with her left foot and shoe. Like a callous on a winter’s day. She simply extracted him and ran quickly away. He told people that she was the callous one. They laughed at his ignorance, in secret made fun. But to his face, they kept their callous thoughts clean. Because he was incredibly slow, vile, and mean.