Another polytheist parable, this one foreshadowing a new essay post to be published eventually...
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.