I debated for a long time what I wanted today’s morsel to be. I know I wanted to share more of Split Views to show off some more of my awesome characters, but I wasn’t sure who.
Then I came across this passage. It’s one of the first times we get to meet Chester. Now, I’m not going to tell you much about him because he’d rather remain a mystery for now and I’ll want to give him his privacy. I’m still editing and I don’t want him flipping the plot on me!
So today’s morsel is shorter than most of my snippets. But it’s time to meet Chester Green!
A Morsel of WIP : A snippet from Split Views written by Jennifer Leigh
He stands in the center of a kitchen. Green floral wallpaper lining the walls, green plastic covered chars, a white stove topped with black grates. A kitchen he’s never been in, but one that looks all too familiar.
He walks around the room. He’s looking for something. Maybe even someone.
Through an archway, he makes his way into the living room. Bold pops of color set in the furniture and art hanging on the wood-paneled wall. A record player sits in the corner of the room with a record ready to play. A turntable. The word pops into his head.
A small TV is on. Blaring the Three’s Company theme song. Must be 9 o’clock. The mantel to the right of the T.V. is stuffed with pictures. People all grouped up. Children. Skim over them. All familiar yet unrecognizable.
He moves into the hallway.
“Chester!” A woman’s voice calls out from somewhere in the house.
His body suddenly yearns to find the voice as if the voice is calling to him. He needs to make sure she’s alright. He quickens his pace down the hall.
The voice calls out again. “Chester, darling. Why don’t you come here. I could really use your help.” The voice is closer this time.
Every step he takes seems to extend the length of the hallway. It shouldn’t be this hard to get to her, he thinks to himself. She’s only in the bedroom.
Opening door after door, he can’t find anyone. Every room empty.
He opens the door to a bedroom. Then another. Wait, no, it’s the same. He goes to the next door. It’s the same again. The golden mattress lays unmade, the linens on the floor beside it. A small lamp on the end table lies on it’s side. Almost blinding him every time he opens the door.
The voice continues to call, growing desperate with each call.
He needs to get to her. Now.
What do you think of my man, Chester? Do you have any idea what’s going on? Want more Split Views? Tell me your opinions down below!
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