Thursday 20 June 2013

Offset



There was a small park directly outside the largest train station in the city. Some grass, couple trees, nothing special.

Every morning, a little old lady would come and feed the pigeons, without fail. No matter the weather, she’d be there.

One day she wasn’t.

No-one noticed, and no-one consciously cared. But everyone who came out of the station that day felt a little sick, like something wasn’t right. Deals fell through, arguments were held, businessmen got the flu, people had a bad day.

Proof that everyone is important, even if they aren’t.

Or that there was a gas leak.

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