Redemption

He was small - so so small. I pitied him with each word he said, each sentence that came out from his mouth, each sweeping - and nonsensical - statement he said.

I wanted to stop him, tell him how much bigger the world was beyond his myopic vision. But the more he ranted on.

I could blame myself, but I couldn’t do much now that it was done. He left me with mixed feelings, the cold night air, and a cigarette in my hand.

Did he redeem himself? Did I?