Wickeds, do your best with an opening line for this wintry scene from Edith’s friend Howard W. Phillips. Friends, please add yours in the comments!
Julie: Blasted climate change. There wasn’t enough ice to keep the body hidden. She needed to come up with another plan.
Liz: The dog pulled me down the hill, past the broken tree limbs, all the way to the creek. And then I saw the hat floating on top of the water.
Sherry: I stared down at the reflections. That’s when I realized there was a body in the trees.
Barb: Margaret stopped and listened, her heart racing, her muscles tensed to fight or flee. Walking alone through the silent, wintry landscape by her cabin always brought her a peace she knew nowhere else. But today she wasn’t alone.
Jessie: She couldn’t understand why he had suggested a walk along the river. It wasn’t as though she was an outdoorsy sort and it semed to her that the sloped land above the river was too icy to be entirely safe.
Edith/Maddie: Josie cursed the early winter thaw. She’d expected Bill’s body to be gone by now, or at least more decomposed. She was going to have to clear town sooner than she’d wanted to.
Readers: Add your opening line!