So today is the long anticipated "Guess That Character" blogfest, hosted by Jen at Unedited. I'm showing you a snippet from my newest WIP, Anemone (the flower, not the seaweed), and you try to figure out what my character looks like by the small descriptions and dialogue. Tomorrow, check back for the big reveal, as I show you the picture of a celebrity I imagine he looks most like as I am writing him.
In this snippet, we have three characters--Reagan (her POV), Brady, and Brighton. What does Brighton look like to you?
As I approached Brady’s side, the stranger’s eyes darted quickly my direction. I stopped instantly as our eyes locked. He wasn’t looking through me. He was looking right at me.
He looked back at Brady, eyebrows scrunched. “Who’s the girl?” He nodded my way, his hair again covering too much of his face.
Brady cleared his throat and his voice came out a little uneasy. “What girl?”
“Uh,” he smiled, “let’s start with the one standing right next to you.” He glanced toward the side of the house. “I don’t see Mom’s car, and I know Dad’s out of town…. Don’t tell me they went soft and actually let you have a girl in the house when they aren’t home?”
Brady turned to look at me, his face mirroring my surprise. “You can see her?”
He sees me! A flutter along my shoulders satisfied me like relief—a burden taken away. It was much easier to believe in my own existence when more than one person acknowledged... my existence.
“Brady,” he said in a sour tone. “I told you, I don’t do that stuff anymore. Now are you going to introduce me or do we just get to stand here and stare at each other? Either way, I’m fine with it. She’s pretty hot. Impressive, baby brother.” He took a step forward, feet resting on the threshold.
Brady appeared to be tongue tied, but eventually stammered, “Her name’s Reagan.”
“Well, Reagan, good to meet you. I’m Brighton.” He reached a hand out for me to shake, so I did the same. But we didn’t touch. His hand passed through me, the sensation of pouring sand again tingling through my fingers.