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Harvest Rain [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jay Caselberg
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eBook Category: Science Fiction Year's Best Science Fiction Honorable Mention
eBook Description: On a generation ship, far beyond known space, society has started to break down. When Aldandro came, things were about to change.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Interzone, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2003
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [62 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [64 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [61 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [38 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 4500
Reading time: 12-18 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The Cloud Walkers were back again today. We saw them soaring through the misty rain hollows far above our heads, swinging back and forth, their limbs pumping. It was hard to focus with the fine spray that accompanied their return, swirling around and about our faces, but we watched them all the same. If we hadn't known better, we might have believed they were suspended on nothingness, flying free through the mist. At a distance, it was hard to make out the thin black lines that ferried them above us, but they were there. Just like the Cloud Walkers were there, soaring above us, with their slick wet suits and flying tresses.
What would it be like, we'd asked ourselves, to swoop and gather as the rest of us grubbed away in the hull dirt, the marks of our labours forming dark tattoos beneath our nails? So often we had dreamed of being like them--free to fly. But then they'd be gone, along with the fine spray that heralded their presence and we'd return to our dwellings, pushing our rudely cobbled-together carts and barrows back from the fields. At Harvest they'd be back again, to dive and gather, plucking an ear here or a stalk there and we'd just stand back and watch. That was before Aldandro.
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