Sunday Sketches Meets Auntie X

Hello and happy Sunday Sketches my friends! This illustration actually was a really quick sketchy doodle I did for Sunday Sketches a bit back and now here is the finished piece. The Crowley's are no longer grey! This an illustration for the middle grade novel I'm creating involving the Crowley family. Below is the text that goes with the illustration. This is a few pages into the story, right after Sharonda's sister accidently makes a portal into another dimension in their basemen.                                                  So I then continued on to the living room.  That’s where whatever was up was happening. My mom and dad stood in the middle of the floor with my Auntie Minniford and next to her was a strange looking lady.  This woman was tall and slender and had thick black hair that ran down her back and ended in a sharp pointy tip.  She also wore a one piece greenish silvery unitard looking thing and covering her face were these large black sunglasses that wrapped around to the sides of her head.  I had the slightest idea who she was.

My mom saw me standing in the doorway.  “Sharonda, honey.” She paused tipped her head to the side and looked at me.  “You okay?  Are you sweating?”

I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead.  I was sweating.  “Um, mom dad, you two kinda need to come with me.”

     “Oh, hon, can it wait,” my mom asked.  She stood there next to my dad with her signature magnifying glass hanging around her neck.  She was an amateur sleuth, a detective in training.  She was always looking for clues, clues for what, I was never too certain.

     “Um, mom, this is kinda really important,” I said bouncing on my toes.

     “In a minute hon, while you’re here we want you to meet somebody.”  My mom waved her hand in the direction of the woman who looked like she was from outer space.  “This is your dad’s very distant cousin.”

     As in light years away distant, I thought.

     “You can just call her Auntie,” my mom said giving me a meek smile.  It looked like my mom wasn’t too certain about this woman.

     Auntie turned towards me, in one sharp movement, I swear I was able to hear her slice through the air with her turn.  I was wondering if her arrival had anything to do with what was going on in the basement.

     “Auntie, Auntie X,” she affirmed in a deep silky voice.