I am not unfeeling, of the effect my needs have on those I need. I do what I must to survive, and yet it haunts me. I now sow a new flower for each of those I take. While I sleep, my people maintain those that I have planted, else my gesture would be hollow. I am not unfeeling.— Chris Gathercole (@upthebuzzard) January 15, 2020
I am not unfeeling
(from Predicting the Present)
by Chris Gathercole
published: 15 January 2020
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A story-in-a-tweet, responding to a challenge set by the Virtual Writing Group on Twitter