Thanks to everyone for reading along! These Six Sentence Sundays are fun—there are a lot of great writers participating!
Here’s another six from my first drawer novel—which is also my Nanowrimo novel. So you’ve been warned.
Today, we meet Charlie, who is Clyota’s partner at the reference desk.
(he might also be a bit of wish-fulfillment . . .)
Charlie looks like an overgrown Militia Scout, with a boyish face and brown hair that wants to flop down over his forehead whenever he’s late for his monthly buzzcut. He’s also one of the most well-read people on the planet and has an uncanny ability to track down information, from the number of feathers on the breastplate of a blue-footed booby to the very private number of the third Financial Undersecretary of the NeoCalifornia Collective.
My friend Christine once said it was like a 41-kilo nerd had discovered how to bulk himself out to the dimensions of a hazardball defensive lineman. She also said most Librarians strike her that way.
When I pointed out that I weigh in at 49, and can’t reach 175 centimeters without a ladder, she shook her head. “It isn’t the body,” she said, “it’s the presence .”
I know I switched tenses here, but first-person descriptions always sound better to me in present tense. Any opinions?
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Earful of Cider 