Opening Lines

Wickeds, write an opening line for the photo below!

Jessie: She took one last look at her fellow passengers as they began to trickle back from a day spent sunning on beaches and buying souvenirs they would have no time to regret. She grabbed her purse stuffed with four false passports and local currency. If the timing device on the bomb worked as advertised the ship would be at least a nautical mile offshore before it detonated. She, on the other hand, would be sipping a tropical drink at a beach bar and congratulating herself on another job well done.

Edith/Maddie: Jimmy calculated his chances of aiming the hook at the end of his tension wire at exactly the right balcony on the other ship. He knew the departing passengers would never glance up as he made his way across, but if he landed in the wrong stateroom, the housekeeper making the bed would have to die.

Sherry: I watched the crowds stream towards the island. Before anyone got on the water slide, it would become a tower of terror.

Liz: I wonder which person’s room out of this cadre of merry travelers I’d left the body in.

Barb: Without turning my head, I looked as far right and then left as possible. How long would I last if I swam for it? The big man at my side pulled in tighter, bumping my shoulder, as if I needed to be reminded he was there. We walked on, against the throng, him in his dark suit and tie. I wondered what the chattering holidaymakers made of us.