Wickeds and friends, add your opening lines for the following picture.
Jessie: t wasn’t until after he had pushed the vehicle down into the ravine that he realized the flaw in his plan. He should have painted it green if he wanted it to disappear in amongst the lush growth.
Julie: The car was there. Now where was the passenger? The feeling of a gun in her back gave her the answer.
Barb: A giant, ghostly baby-skull looked out at him through the windshield. Cuidado, indeed.
Sherry: I told him the sign said, “slippery when wet,” but would he listen? The car careened down the ravine like we were on the world’s worst carnival ride. It’s the last ride he’d ever take. I made sure of that.
Edith/Maddie: I had no choice. After she helped me drag the body out of the Jeep, she had to die, too. They’ll both decompose in days in that rich wet soil where everything grows – especially voracious insects.
Readers: Add your opening line!