Something fun to do

[Alp]

Here's a fun thing to do which I hope you agree to participate in. Contribute the first line of the first story which you wrote which got published. Add your line to the series to build a totally wacky and entertaining 'new' story ... results can be hysterical and occasionally mind warping.

Here we go (by all means put in the name of the story from which the line is taken).

From the Dog & The Eagle
In a little Algerian café near Place de la Daurade, a stone’s throw from the river and Pont Neuf, she sat, occupying a window table, looking out over the little square towards the junction with Rue Malbec.

[Amanda]

FromEyes Like Blue Fire:

There have always been love songs, she thought, from the first music centuries ago, to the soft melody drifting in from the street below—a person’s desperate need for the contact and a hunger for that sense of knowing which is theirs to keep.

[Alp]

Amanda wrote: "FromEyes Like Blue Fire:

There have always been love songs, she thought, from the first music centuries ago, to the soft melody drifting in from the street below—a person’s despera..."

super cool! Thank you ... Alp

[Paul]

From "North" IBSN 978-1-925171-88-4


Joey sat upright attentively on the leather couch in his living room as a personable and chatty news presenter on the six o’clock evening news read a story that grabbed his attention.

[Karl]

I’ve always loved women. More to the point, I’ve always loved breasts.

[Deborah]

I saw a woman hanged on my way to the Pittsburgh docks. (Agnes Canon's War)

[Grant]

Marina Kostitsen played the part of a casual tourist as she strolled along Beale Street soaking in the breath and soul of Memphis' legendary blues area.

- or the next sentence might fit nicely into the thread -

The charade was necessary to avoid the attention she might attract if it appeared she was waiting for someone in particular.

[Sharon]

"Much to Shannon’s dismay, Don Burgess caught up with her and ambled along close beside." from A Very Present Help

[Mike]

It didn't rain much the day the turd came through the letterbox.

- From The Lost Baggage of Silvia Guzmán

[Payal]

You can't be best friends with someone for twelve years without knowing that they've been trying to tell you something.
(from Slightly Burnt)