Wickeds write an opening line for the picture below!
Liz: Chances were good that one of the people sitting at the bar was the murderer.
Edith/Maddie: This joint preferred male patrons to sport a mustache. After the “unpleasant incident,” I’d shaved mine so nobody would recognize me from those eerie 3D mugshots on the wall. The platinum wig helped, too.
Barb: “Never sit with your back to the door. Ya can’t see who’s coming forya.”
Sherry: I sat at my table waiting, watching the pairs at the bar. Eventually, one would peel off and that’s when I would strike.
Jessie: With its ornately carved mouldings and enormous mirror, the bar reminded her disconcertingly of the one on the ship where the unthinkable had happened. She looked around the room, eager to assess if anyone noticed the guilt she knew flickered across her face, but the only ones appearing to look at her were the two masks eerily mounted to the wall beside the bar.
Readers: Add your opening line.