For the last several weeks, I’ve been sharing Henry and Tisira’s story, from my WIP, Chameleon’s Dish. I know several are you are eager to know what’s going on with them, but here’s the thing…
Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee are still missing. All searches reveal nothing…all pleas that they return have gone unanswered. I thought I heard some wingbeats and simian chatter; but there’s no concrete evidence of any wrongdoing…
Let’s all give a big WIPeteer welcome to Donovan Nash!
Donovan is 21, and an albino. He came to Kifo to help others; he has known grief, and wants to give value and joy to those who come to say farewell to the dying. He is especially good with children, who respond to his gentle and respectful openness. Often, the children brought to Kifo are lost in the adult concerns surrounding them; Donovan gives them attention and experiences that offer diversions from the sorrow surrounding their visit.
And now, on to the WIPpeting!
Today is April 9, 2014.
- Today’s math…
- 9 (for the date) + 4 (for the month)=13;13-2 (for my second Kifo WIPpet) =11.
- Voila! 11 sentences!
Donovan noodled with the clay, rolling and coiling, making something that might be a basket, a bowl, or a cup. Corinne went to sit with the old woman, and they chatted quietly.
“Did you know that ‘kifo’ means ‘death’, in Swahili?”
“Yes, I did.” Donovan kept his eyes on the clay. He could feel her working up to something, testing him with it.
“My grandma Gladys came here to die. She’s very old – ninety-nine! – and she has Parkinson’s disease.”
“I can’t think of a more beautiful place to die, or to be with someone who is.”
“I’m going to need some friends,” Iris said, very quietly, reaching to place her small dark hand on his larger pale one. “I think you might do.”
What will happen next? Will Iris and Donovan become friends? Will that be enough? Are there hidden risks neither can be prepared for?
Want more Kifo Island Chronicles posts?
These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my talons sheathed…for the most part.
Want more WIPpets? Check here, this and every Wednesday. There are a variety of genres, styles, and stories available here at WIPpeteer Hall…belly up to the smorgasbord, and take your pick!
And now, I bid you farewell, with a sweet song to celebrate a new friendship…