| Under Lock And Key (Open) |
[20 Mar 2014|03:20pm] |
Odin needed a cup of coffee. And a good piss. But the toilet in the corner was almost too far away right now. More than all of those things, he needed a hot shower. The stink coming off of him was offending himself. It was no wonder they'd thought what they thought of him. A couple Tylenol and a jug of water would also go a long way toward righting the old god.
He tipped his head to peer through the bars, groaning at the pain that shot through his head. When had humankind come to this point? There was also no denying it was his own fault he was still here. He could easily remove himself, but his current hangover made him cringe inwardly at the idea. Any effort was too much at the moment. But it was easier to blame the mortals for forgetting what he'd tried to teach them.
What had happened to the days of common decency and hospitality? Men forgot to care for each other. To fear who they might offend if they refused entrance to a humble man in need of refuge and sustenance. Gone apparently were the days when people believed it really might be a god at the door. So what if it wasn't? Didn't any person in need deserve kindness?
( Not any more. )
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