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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