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The girl's voice gave Rai a headache.Author's Notes
When she spoke to the other customers,
she spoke too loudly, with a vaguely familiar accent.
"I'm just saying," she argued,
"it's not right to give people special privileges
when they aren't contributing to society.
Everyone ought to be good for something."
Silently Rai agreed with her,
although he had the tact to refrain
from arguing with shoppers in his own store.
His sensitive fingers danced over the thick, familiar weight
of the heavy license case that hung at his hip.
He paid for his special services,
right and proper; if he needed to ask
assistant librarians to read aloud to him
so he could memorize something,
at least they weren't being cheated.
This poem came out of the January 2013 Muse Fusion. It was inspired by a prompt from Ellen Million, and also by her story "Following the Rails." It may be sponsored for $19 or 19 Torn World credits.
Bear in mind that both Rai and Karii have opinions about disability that are heavily colored by their experiences in the Empire and not entirely healthy as a result. The Empire supports but does not accommodate; that has its ups and downs, and this is a prime example of some of those consequences.
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