Check the extract from my novel in progress.

When Holly first came back from the dead, she appeared, as a reflection in the bathroom mirror.  Her hair inflame as the evening sun cut through the frosted glass.  She wore faded Levi’s, torn at the knee and a Sonic Youth t-shirt.  The air smelt of coconut shampoo and cherryade.  The sight of her paralyzed me.  I dared not move for fear that she would disappear.  I stood rigid, gazing into the mirror. We stared at each other for a long-time.  Then just as she was about to speak she was gone and I was left with my own reflection.