I caught Shorty Sizemore on the tail of a windstorm.
Some characters just arrive that way.
He was standing over a fallen tree trunk, a huge chainsaw in his hand. He was screaming. I could ve scooped Shorty up right then and there, fleshing him out with my own imagination. Instead, I stood at the end of the driveway and watched. Shorty yelled something unintelligible back and continued working.