A story from Betul that asks some timely questions. Enjoy!
This story is a response to the May Speculative Fiction Prompt by Diane Wallace Peach
It has been a long time since I started feeling this weird thing in me. I am becoming more ruthless. I started feeling less and less empathy for people. I am not sure where this is coming from, how it started, why it started. But it sure freaks me out. Not feeling sad for a kid who fell and hurt was not my thing. Now, this has become my usual reaction. Or rather, I have become reactionless. Heartless.
Sometimes, I still feel some pity for people and whenever I feel this, it makes me happy. But then, I remember the other times when I do not feel this and become unhappy again.
I think about this change in me all the time. Maybe I should not. Maybe I can sit down and just watch a…
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