Here’s our Opening Lines–mysterious presence edition. Readers: Add your opening lines.
Barb: I shivered in the eighty degree heat.
Edith: As if the slick of the rain and the blue lights triggering my PTSD weren’t bad enough, when the apparition showed up, too, I had no choice but to scream.
Julie: I walked into the bikers’ bar, and ordered a Shirley Temple. “Extra cherries,” I snarled.
Jessie: The cops who investigated my wife’s death said they couldn’t prove it but they knew I’d gotten away with murder. With the way Pauline still dogged my every step, the truth was, I hadn’t gotten away with anything.
Liz: It had to be the heat shimmering off the pavement. I wasn’t ready to share the alley with a ghost, so I refused to acknowledge the face hovering over me.
Sherry: He sat with his arms crossed guarding his beach bike like he thought he was a tough guy. I couldn’t wait to test how tough he really was.
Readers: Add yours in the comments!