Write an opening line for the picture below.
Edith: The new three-foot by six-foot patch of grass was greening up nicely under the tree, but I still couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. Once you’ve killed and buried someone, there’s just no going back.
Barb: “I get that the windows are gone,” Carmine said. “What I don’t get is how they blew out.”
Liz: The serene lake view was marred only by the slightly battered red truck. It’s front tires obscured by the lake water and the slight stench of decaying flesh wafted through the spring air.
Jessie: It had been so easy to push James off the ladder and headfirst out the window. Sinking him in the bay during broad daylight had been a little trickier.
Readers: What’s your opening?