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Unnoticed
Demonstrating the importance of the little things by giving personal development a fictional spin
Small sedan’s zipped through the intersection at 40 miles per hour, while larger SUV’s drudged by at 25. Crowds of people lumped together on street corners one moment, then walked in messy quadruple file lines across the street the next, all in hopes of reaching their end destination. People do this routinely, blindly each day without a thought. No conscious awareness of their surroundings. No acknowledgment of the protagonists that guide them throughout their city safely.
“I’m tired of this BS!” the white, pixelated figure asserts. He has a round head, box-like features, and always appears to be on the move.
“Every single day, you and I switch off, saving these people from the metal death traps that come roaring down these concrete grounds all day long, and who notices us? Nobody! Not a tip of the hat, not a hand wave, not even a smile!”
The people in the street seem to scurry quicker across, as the white figure is interrupted. The voice softens as a firm blinking red hand with a number next to it appears.
14, blink
13, blink
12…
