Enough rambling though. There is a reason I made the title of this post Evil Author. I have evil plans. I want to torment you with a tantalizing teaser from my Being Human short, Sunlight. The first draft is finished and now it's sitting and marinating a bit. (Also, I started working again and am a bit tired when I get home so I nap instead of write.) I figured while it's marinating I can tease people about it. There are lots of good bits to choose from too. MUWAHAHAHAHA!
Ahem, sorry, evil author moment. I get those. Enjoy the teaser, and remember, if you want to read the rest, no harm must come to me. =P
“Jamie, he’s not coming back.”
I stared at the street below the window. Snow fell gently, like little dancers waltzing. Lights shone in homes, keeping the cold outside. Park underneath a streetlight, a black car was slowly disappearing under a blanket of snow. I finally turned away from the window. Snowflakes clung to my hair and eyelashes. I wiped them away and faced the man standing in the doorway.
As always, the resemblance shook me. Dark hair and blue eyes, just older. How Tommy would look if he hadn’t been turned into a vampire at fifteen. My heart felt crushed from the pressure.
I turned away before the tears could overwhelm me. “I-I know that.”
Dan walked into the bedroom. He didn’t try to approach me, knowing physical contact made me nervous. Instead, he sat on the bed, sighing. “I know it’s tough. We all miss him, but we have to move on. It’s what he’d want.”
I wanted to snap back, but I knew Dan was right. He was Tommy’s identical twin brother. There was a connection between them. It spanned death and allowed them to know what they felt.
I trudged to the bed and sat. Wrapping my arms around myself, I struggled to hold myself together. “He’s okay, right?”
Dan gave me a gentle smile. The pressure squeezed my heart a little more. Tommy’s smile, only he did it so fast it was easy to miss.
“Yeah, he’s fine. Sometimes, I get flashes of places in my dreams. Streets at night. I don’t know if he’s trying to show me something or if it unintentional, but he’s okay. He’ll survive.” Dan pinned me with a fatherly look. “He’d want you to survive too.”