*****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 when L, the pink haired man, shows up and starts rummaging in his bag for something–his last line “I have something to make up for…”





“For?” Rekka prompted.

“For?” he blinked at her, hand still in his backpack. “Oh, right, for my rudeness in forgetting…” he paused to rummage more, and then finished triumphantly, “your name!”

L lifted a small wrapped bundle to the light, and then folded his fingers around it while he stuffed everything else back into his backpack. That achieved, he snagged her hand with his free one, and deposited the bundle on her palm, smiling broadly.

For a moment, Rekka was caught in the pure pleased good humor of that smile, then she dropped her gaze to the object in her hand. He’d wrapped it in a twist of pale blue fabric, something cut raggedly from a larger piece, and fraying, threads tickling her hand.

She poked at it, finding a seam, and unrolling, until she revealed the object nestled in the curl of cloth—a carved wooden bird, feathers cut into the pale wood, and sections dyed black and yellow, making the carving recognizably a goldfinch.

“This is very well done,” Rekka tipped it this way and that in the light, admiring the thin, curved cuts, which brought the otherwise simple shape to life.

“Thanks,” he ducked his head, ruffling his hair, “it reminds me of you.”

*    *    *

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.

About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

22 responses »

  1. Ed Hoornaert says:

    A wooden bird reminds him of her? I wonder how he’ll explain that away.

  2. So charming. I get his gift to her. Nice.

  3. Author Jessica E. Subject says:

    Sounds like they’re both artistically talented. I’m still curious as to his role in this story. 🙂

  4. Seems like these two artists have found each other…which makes me wonder how the rest of the story will play out. Great snippet!

  5. I wonder where this will lead? I love goldfinches!

  6. Andrea R Huelsenbeck says:

    Charmaine, you’re a lot smarter than me. I don’t get it, and like Ed, I’m waiting for L to explain.

  7. I think it’s a sweet gift.

  8. Alexis Duran says:

    I’m sure he’ll have something very poetic and charming to say about why she’s like a goldfinch. I think it’s sweet, too.

  9. Jacob Rosemeier says:

    This is a great scene. Also, glad to hear you’re staying safe!

  10. Hywela Lyn says:

    Firstly I’m so glad to hear the storm didn’t cause too much damage and that you’re safe. Llovely snippet – hand made gifts are a great measure of a person’s thoughtfulness, and I too love goldfinches, beautiful little birds!

  11. Carrie-Anne says:

    That’s such a lovely gift!

  12. Diane Burton says:

    What a charming gift. I wonder if he “sees” her talent?

  13. daryldevore says:

    Great snippet. Love the handmade gift. Simple and perfect. Tweeted.

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