Novella: The Spring by Charlotte Squire – Ch 2
Trouble’s brewing for a small rural community who live near the most pure waters on earth Te Waikoropupu Springs, in Golden Bay, New Zealand. A foreign company plans to buy the sacred waters and cut off all access to the sacred waters, not to mention their plans for the water. Cue an unlikely group of people, with one thing in common, inherited psychic powers. They’re drawn together to create a powerful, positive force to fight for the springs.
Chapter Two (Scroll down for Chapter One)
Exactly three kilometers away as the hawk flies Kāhu stood perfectly still, gazing at a women wearing a stripy dress and a straw hat. At just under six foot, with broad shoulders and peaceful hazel eyes, the stripy dress woman wondered if Kāhu regularly beat suitors off with a stick. He shifted his gaze to her chest and despite herself she shifted uncomfortably. But when she looked into his eyes she relaxed. From the stories she’d heard about him she knew he was ‘seeing her’. She felt a warmth flood through her from her chest outwards. She was more than a little disappointed when he suddenly broke his gaze and looked at her face with a smile.
“It’s in the laundry cupboard, behind the washing powder. Someone put it there when they were trying to help you clean up. They meant to help.”
“Oh my Aunty Anna! She came to stay and help when we had the twins!” She beamed at Kāhu. “Oh my goodness, it’s true what they say about you, you have a such an amazing gift!”
He smiled and turned towards his car.
“Is it true that your father was like this too?” she asked, walking at his side, “I heard he used to help people find things and you’ve carried on the family tradition?”
“My father had the sight too,” said Kāhu smiling at the thought of his Dad chugging around Golden Bay in his old Moris Minor. “He’d help anyone who asked. He died six years ago, but not before he’d taught me his best tricks. He always said we were given this gift so we could help people move forward in life.”
“That’s such a nice thing for a Dad to tell his son. I heard he helped rescue a few people too?”
Kāhu’s faced closed up a little. He’d been in on some of those searches, some he’d prefer to forget.
“Yeah, and not all the people he found were alive.”
“Oh … that’s horrible.”
“It’s just a part of life around here. People go missing in the national parks, they don’t always pay attention to weather reports.”
She looked at him with concern.
“We’re just glad we could help,” said Kāhu as he got into his car. And he meant it. For some reason the men in his family had had the sight as far back as anyone could remember, and they’d always enjoyed using it in service to their whanau and community. Besides being an easy way to earn a living, he simply liked spending time with other human beings.
He had one more person to help that day and there was rain coming, along with something else.
The ‘something else’ had been something coming for days. He couldn’t name it, but it fizzed and sang out, and something in his gut was calling back to it. He supposed he’d meet it soon enough.
Meantime, tonight he’d go a pizza at the Dangerous for dinner. Pizza and the fine company of who ever happened to be there that night, now there was a great way to relax.