Jessie: I spotted this while out jogging with my son one Saturday morning. Add your own opening line to start this story!
Edith/Maddie: Ma – I specifically instructed Honeyboo to let that car slide straight into the quarry. What all’s gonna happen when ol’ Officer Buck finds a body in the front seat? Jolene – They won’t, Mama. I dug it a good deep woodland grave.
Sherry: I’d seen a lot of crime scenes in the ten years since I’d become a state trooper, but none of them hit me like this one did. I remember the day grandpa drove off in that car when I was twelve. He never came home. Maybe now I’d finally get some answers.
Barb: I gave up trying to steer or brake. The car went airborn, flying through the trees, branches clawing at the windows. Time slowed and stretched. My eyes stayed stubbornly open until the moment when the metal screamed and then…
Jessie: I looked and I looked but I just could not remember where I left my car.
Julie: Damn GPS.
Readers: Add your own opening line!