*****The edge of the storm has passed my city. Very little damage, keeping the coast in my thoughts.*****
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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, moves in with him, and more than a year later, is outside painting.
“Hey!” a male voice came from behind Rekka.
She swiveled, glancing behind her, and saw a broad-shouldered figure approaching, features washed out by the sun. As he drew closer, she recognized the wavy pink hair falling just short of the man’s violet eyes, his skin tanned a darker shade of brown than when she’d seen him last.
When he stopped a few feet from her stone perch, she smiled, “Hello, L. It’s been awhile–a year, I think.”
“Yeah, about that, but you still remember my name.” His tone was sheepish, and he ran his fingers through his hair, his gaze on the ground before he made eye contact.
“I have the advantage of writing your name down,” Rekka uncoiled from her seat, shifting to face him more comfortably, her legs swinging in the air, “Mine’s Rekka.”
“Well, Rekka, I have, in fact…” he paused, rummaging in the backpack thrown over his shoulder, “something to make up for…” he took a few wrapped bundles out of the backpack, pinning them awkwardly between his arm and his body while he kept searching.
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Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children. Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.
I’m curious to know what he has to give her. 🙂 Great snippet. Makes me want to know more.
Next snippet. The semi-creative editing couldn’t make it fit. 🙂
Oh, a year has passed? I wonder what’s happened since that day in the park, and what L is giving her.
So much stuff happened! But I wanted to show everyone a little more of L, after all that Brenton. 🙂
Interesting they have anther encounter a year later! Enjoyed the snippet and am wondering what he has for her…
And they remembered each other, too!
There was no way to fit in the reveal in this week. Next week! 🙂
I missed the year but sense romance in the air. Did she have a baby with the other guy?
You saw right through my time jump. 🙂 Yes, Rekka fulfilled the first part of her contract.
ooh, what has he brought? So curious.
Something that has slid all the way to the bottom of his bag… somewhere. 😉
I’m a little worried about what he’s about to pull out. Something good, I hope.
I didn’t mean to make it so suspenseful. No need to worry. 🙂
Whatever he has for her, I think it’s about to complicate her life.
You’re c.lose. 😀 *He’s* about to complicate her life.
A year? Hope you fill in the blanks with whatever he has to give her.
Yep, I will! I just couldn’t squeeze it in, even with a couple commas and a dash. 🙂
How intriguing – I too am wondering about those two packages! Great job of heightening the suspense!
Those you don’t get to know about. I have no idea, myself. But you’ll see what he’s looking for! 🙂
How interesting that he’s taken a year to return. I wonder why. And what is he bringing her? All kinds of questions. Must read more.
You get some answers. But not all the answers. 😉
I do the same thing with my pocketbook when I’m looking for my phone or my business card.
Yes, bags need compartments. But then you have to remember where all the stuff goes… 🙂
I wonder if he’s going to pay her for having painted him. Or perhaps they have another past connection.
Pay her? No, she already told him it was free. Repay her, however… 😉
Wonderful details, Caitlin, like this one: ” …he took a few wrapped bundles out of the backpack, pinning them awkwardly between his arm and his body while he kept searching.” It really brings the scene to life. 🙂
Thanks!
Unlike me, he doesn’t drop anything.