Gemotions

As I read, I felt my pulse quicken. The letter, my great-aunt’s resignation from her position as a librarian, was a revelation. I stared at the words, feeling a mix of confusion and wonder.

A small laugh escaped my lips. The letter was a scathing indictment of the library's outdated practices and its resistance to modern technology. She went into detail about how she didn't fit in. Her writing was pure gold.

I spun around, the letter held aloft, a broad smile spreading across my face. My great-aunt, the woman I knew as a quiet, book-loving individual, was, in fact, a visionary.