Wickeds add an opening line for this photo:
Barb: They stood on the storeroom shelves like dismembered sentries–the lines of arms, legs, torsos, and heads. “How do we get rid of these, Dad?” I asked. He rubbed his hand across his grizzled chin. “One at a time, buddy. One at a time.”
Liz: At first glance, it looked like a sad, discarded mannequin in the trash bin. But when I looked again, it was halfway out of the bin…and looking right at me.
Edith/Maddie: Sawyer slammed on the brakes when he spied, there for the taking, the perfect thing to practice his dismembering technique on.
Sherry: Qendrun quietly edged her pod open wondering where she was this time.
Julie: She’d thought it would be funny to dress a mannequin up and have it sitting in the front room waiting for her philandering husband to come home. She’d figured out how to use the portable speaker after her third glass of wine. What she hadn’t figured on was it all scaring him, well, to death. She’d tried not to hum too merry a tune as she threw the torso out.
Readers: Add your opening line!