ATCs with Stories
I've agreed to an Artist Trading Card swap with rain_oubliette, and we agreed to create ATCs and write a story of around 250 words to go with the card.
She's already finished her card, though I don't think she has the story ready yet. You can see her fantastic artwork here:
FineYoungFelineOnFlyingTrapeze
I can't wait to see the card for real.
My story and card:
The Yeti’s Child
Careful to stay in the shadows, Gyaltso peers into the sunlight. The heat burns his face through the window glass.
Soon, his mother says. Soon she will take him to his father on Mt. Everest. They’ll leave at night, and they’ll fly in a plane. He'll have to shave his fur, and they've arranged for ice on the plane. Lots of ice. She has all the permissions, the money she’s worked all his life to save. It will be enough.
He’s never been outside, and he’s torn between exultation and fear. His mother’s human, but he is his father’s son, a creature of ice and snow, heavy-pelted and light-sensitive. Air-conditioning, frigid at full-blast, barely keeps him from heat-stroke. His knowledge of the world comes from the TV set.
And his mother’s stories.
Stories of adventure among the mountain tops, and the strange, lonely creature she met. The Abominable Snowman. Meh-teh. Yeti. So unlike herself, and yet like enough for love. Politics, and cultural discord forced her return to the States, but she would never have been able to stay with his father. She needed the sun.
Too late, she discovered she was pregnant.
She’s taking him home, to the wind and snow. He’ll be free, and he’ll gain a father. But he’ll lose his mother. And what if he’s too like her and the ice of the Himalayas is too much for him? What if he isn’t Yeti enough for such cold?
He’ll gain so much and lose so much. And maybe he’ll lose everything, discover there’s no place for one such as himself.
Gyaltso touches the window pane and feels the burn.
rain_oubliette, please send me your address at rooibas@gmail.com, and I'll let card and story go postal.
She's already finished her card, though I don't think she has the story ready yet. You can see her fantastic artwork here:
FineYoungFelineOnFlyingTrapeze
I can't wait to see the card for real.
My story and card:
The Yeti’s Child
Careful to stay in the shadows, Gyaltso peers into the sunlight. The heat burns his face through the window glass.
Soon, his mother says. Soon she will take him to his father on Mt. Everest. They’ll leave at night, and they’ll fly in a plane. He'll have to shave his fur, and they've arranged for ice on the plane. Lots of ice. She has all the permissions, the money she’s worked all his life to save. It will be enough.
He’s never been outside, and he’s torn between exultation and fear. His mother’s human, but he is his father’s son, a creature of ice and snow, heavy-pelted and light-sensitive. Air-conditioning, frigid at full-blast, barely keeps him from heat-stroke. His knowledge of the world comes from the TV set.
And his mother’s stories.
Stories of adventure among the mountain tops, and the strange, lonely creature she met. The Abominable Snowman. Meh-teh. Yeti. So unlike herself, and yet like enough for love. Politics, and cultural discord forced her return to the States, but she would never have been able to stay with his father. She needed the sun.
Too late, she discovered she was pregnant.
She’s taking him home, to the wind and snow. He’ll be free, and he’ll gain a father. But he’ll lose his mother. And what if he’s too like her and the ice of the Himalayas is too much for him? What if he isn’t Yeti enough for such cold?
He’ll gain so much and lose so much. And maybe he’ll lose everything, discover there’s no place for one such as himself.
Gyaltso touches the window pane and feels the burn.
rain_oubliette, please send me your address at rooibas@gmail.com, and I'll let card and story go postal.