The Publishing World

She was blind and so gave up her job, but she came back to the weekly meeting to tell us about a blind girl she had met since going blind herself, that she was a visionary, and we should take the transcriptions of her visions and publish them. The man to the right of me said no. She asked why. He said because you don’t work here anymore, so you shouldn’t be bringing suggestions to the meeting. That’s when I raised my hand. Yes, the director said. I said, I think we should take the transcriptions of the visionary blind girl and publish them. How many people support this motion? Around the room, hands went up, some tentative, some fierce. It was an overwhelming majority. Thank you, Jesus, we cried. The man who had not wanted to listen said to the blind woman who used to work here and had come today with this idea, you shouldn’t have come; this isn’t your job. Most of us might have agreed on another day in the future when our lives seemed small and coming to a close, but today, we all felt young, and the room blazoned with the heat of a rebellion that only comes from not having read widely or enough.

Laura McCulllough | Mudlark No. 32
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