Swanwick story, day 34 (Sagan Hannah)
Swanwick story, day 34 (Sagan Hanna)
Young Sagan is the only unborn person to commission a tuckerization for himself. Well, technically, his Mom did it. Sagan has a 5-year-old sister who gets a story as well. I'll get around to that one sometime in the coming week.
Here's the story:
A Sailor of the Inland Sea
by
Michael Swanwick
When Sagan Hanna was very young, he lived in a small warm sea, next door to a much larger one with palm trees by its beaches. In the soft warm salty darkness he talked to the stars and the clouds and the flowers lying yet unborn in their seeds. He floated like a jellyfish and he didn’t need to breathe. Sometimes he talked to his mother as well.
What they said to each other was not said in words but in feelings. They understood each other too well to have need for words.
One day a great sense of sadness passed over Sagan’s universe like a storm cloud and he knew that his mother wanted something she couldn’t have. So he imagined a boat with a yellow hull shaped like a crescent moon with a big red triangle for a sail and went to look for it. In his imagination, he sailed to the farthest reaches of the Alethan Sea.
There he found an island, green and sunny. On it stood a man with a circle for his head and dots for his eyes and four sticks for his arms and legs. The man waved happily, so Sagan unimagined the boat, and let the man pick him up and hold him in those skinny stick arms.
That was pleasant. But Sagan didn’t forget the reason for his journey. So he imagined he could talk.
“Are you what my mother wants?” he asked.
“Yes,” the stick-man said. “I’m your father and our mother misses me because I’m away on a business trip.” He had a great big silly loopy smile on his face. “But feel that!” All the world grew bright with joy. “I just walked in the door.”
And then his father threw him up in the air and caught him and up in the air and caught him and up in the air and . . .
This was a dream that Sagan had when he was very little. It has no proper ending because he didn’t know yet how to make up a story. But he would learn.
By the time Sagan was a grown-up, he would know everything in the world.
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