Five minutes (Short story)

From the balcony, he could see the grey area between life and death. Pedestrians, so small and insignificant from where he stood over and watched, scurrying like ants… but they weren’t like ants…far from it. Ants co-operate, ants protect, ants work tirelessly and can see the goals in their sacrifice. Ants don’t, or at least…
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