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Liz: Stupid snow. It makes dragging a body so darn hard.
Jessie: Grampa always swore that the legendary snow python existed but no one believed him until now.
Julie: Motorcycling through the snow after consuming a six pack–you can’t always cure stupid. We’ll find Earle after the big thaw. Such a shame. It was a nice bike.
Sherry: The townsfolk focused on the snow trench that hadn’t been there the night before. None of them noticed the shadow of someone, something, holding a sword who was creeping closer. I opened my mouth to scream, but it was too late.
Barb: As soon as the storm cleared, Leonard fled the cabin like the Road Runner with Wile E. Coyote on his tailfeathers. (Meep, meep!)
Edith: Jimmy said snowshoeing was fun. You’ll love it, he said. What I love is what I did to him at the end of the trail – and that I’ll never have to strap on the stupid snowshoes ever again.
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