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floweranza3 Character Descriptions
Grandmother, boy who left for college in city, sister who's also moved away.
1) Grandmother
Name: Sarah
Age: 86
Location: Farm in Arkansas.
She folded the blanket with her wrinkled fingers, and put it aside before habit could move her to spread it over the boy's bed. She dusted the windowsill and the bedside lamp and propped open the window with the wooden stop that lay on the floor beneath it, so that all the dusty air in the room could escape and be replaced with sunlight. The sunlight glistened over her white hair and shined on the few black strands that remained and, when it hit her hunched body, made her look a bit younger, a bit more capable. Her nose was crooked at the bridge like it had been broken and then healed badly and her glasses sat straddled on that bridge, a kind in which you have to peer down through special lenses to be able to look below. After she had folded and dusted, she sat down by the powder blue phone and waited for the call. May stood in the doorway and watched her.
2) Brother (Grandson).
Name: Thomas, Tommy, Tom
Age: 18
Location: New York University, New York City, NY.
He moved his fingers over the taut strings and the melody came out short and slightly melancholy. The edges of the guitar cut into his thighs where they were loosely covered by the sports shorts and the rough cut of his black hair strayed and tangled in front of his eyes. The last note stretched and snapped like the curt tone of a call in waiting. The boy stood up and put the guitar into a corner by the wardrobe, where it was cushioned by the thick padding of discarded clothes on the floor and the sterile-looking comforter protruding through a side cabinet. Warm air drifted through the large, open window and the cheap pinwheel his roommate, Jake, had taped to the glass whirred and spun in a blur of red. Noises of the city drifted in and for a moment he basked in them, loved them, remembered that that was what had called him here in the first place, not the nature thrum of the Arkansas life. He was tall and solidly-built and for a second he looked down at his cell phone on the table, as if thinking about a tiring obligation he had to fulfill. An addressed envelope lay by it and a sheet of paper, erasure marks cutting deep into each other and into the white plane, lay by it. Then the young man shook his head and strode out of the room and headed to the basketball courts in the heart of the sprawling city.
I'm happy that you guys like my writing. This is an exercise for my Creative Writing class that I'm currently working on. :)
Grandmother, boy who left for college in city, sister who's also moved away.
1) Grandmother
Name: Sarah
Age: 86
Location: Farm in Arkansas.
She folded the blanket with her wrinkled fingers, and put it aside before habit could move her to spread it over the boy's bed. She dusted the windowsill and the bedside lamp and propped open the window with the wooden stop that lay on the floor beneath it, so that all the dusty air in the room could escape and be replaced with sunlight. The sunlight glistened over her white hair and shined on the few black strands that remained and, when it hit her hunched body, made her look a bit younger, a bit more capable. Her nose was crooked at the bridge like it had been broken and then healed badly and her glasses sat straddled on that bridge, a kind in which you have to peer down through special lenses to be able to look below. After she had folded and dusted, she sat down by the powder blue phone and waited for the call. May stood in the doorway and watched her.
2) Brother (Grandson).
Name: Thomas, Tommy, Tom
Age: 18
Location: New York University, New York City, NY.
He moved his fingers over the taut strings and the melody came out short and slightly melancholy. The edges of the guitar cut into his thighs where they were loosely covered by the sports shorts and the rough cut of his black hair strayed and tangled in front of his eyes. The last note stretched and snapped like the curt tone of a call in waiting. The boy stood up and put the guitar into a corner by the wardrobe, where it was cushioned by the thick padding of discarded clothes on the floor and the sterile-looking comforter protruding through a side cabinet. Warm air drifted through the large, open window and the cheap pinwheel his roommate, Jake, had taped to the glass whirred and spun in a blur of red. Noises of the city drifted in and for a moment he basked in them, loved them, remembered that that was what had called him here in the first place, not the nature thrum of the Arkansas life. He was tall and solidly-built and for a second he looked down at his cell phone on the table, as if thinking about a tiring obligation he had to fulfill. An addressed envelope lay by it and a sheet of paper, erasure marks cutting deep into each other and into the white plane, lay by it. Then the young man shook his head and strode out of the room and headed to the basketball courts in the heart of the sprawling city.
I'm happy that you guys like my writing. This is an exercise for my Creative Writing class that I'm currently working on. :)