Name: shadowsong26
Story: A Gift
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Bistre #14. It didn't make sense, not really; but truths of the heart owe nothing to logic., Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #9. "You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in." (Reaching for your hand in the middle of the storm, please, not again, don’t run away), Chalk White #10. "For the children, they mark, and the children, they know/The place where the sidewalk ends."
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Mod Kat's Mom's Birthday), paint-by-numbers (from kana), canvas (2174), oils, feathers, modeling clay, yarn
Word Count: 218
Rating: PG
Characters: Ruth, Simon (David here).
Warnings: References to amnesia
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.

"I brought you something," Ruth said, and pulled out something wrapped in bright yellow paper.

David blinked. "What's this for?"

"Just open it," she said, smiling.

He smiled back, and carefully unwrapped it. It was a book--a new one he'd been eyeing, about a series of recent discoveries in Çatalhöyük. "Thank you," he said.

She leaned over and kissed him lightly. "Happy birthday, love."

"I...we don't know when my birthday is," he pointed out, confused.

"True," she admitted. "But...well, it's the anniversary of the first day you remember, isn't it?"

He nodded.

"So, that makes it something like a birthday."

He considered that for a minute. "I suppose it does," he said. "It's the day I became...who I am."

"Exactly." She kissed him again. "So, happy birthday to the man you are today. Whoever you might be tomorrow."

He kissed her back. "...do I get cake?"

She laughed, and swatted him playfully. "Well, it is your birthday. Let me get it."

It had five candles on it--the right number, for what they were celebrating. She even sang 'Happy Birthday.'

All in all, it was an amazing evening. He fell asleep with the book on his nightstand and the cake on his counter, hoping that this--and the rest of his 'birthdays' to come--would never be forgotten.