Another polytheist parable, this one foreshadowing a new essay post to be published eventually...
Hacker
I waited at a distance until the bowl had been replaced and only approached when the tremors had died down.
"Why'd you do it?" I asked him.
He turned his head toward the sound of my voice, but it was a few moments before he seemed to focus on me.
"Why?" he croaked, and a memory came alive in his bloodshot eyes and his scarred lips trembled. "Nobody's perfect."
I fled the broken sound of his laughter.
