Inspired by my previous post "15 first lines to a scary story" which was prompted by Eleanor Pratt.
- Fake dating had always seemed, well, fake, but here he was.
- Warmth spread through her, but whether it was from the fire, the wine, or his smile, she couldn't say.
- Finally, he saw her.
- Her laugh, while a high-pitched cackle to most, sounded lyrical to her love.
- The kiss left her hazy, but, after all, so did decent wine.
- As she examined her nails, she wondered what else--besides her computer screen--they'd look good clawing.
- The last place she expected to have a meet-cute was in med school over a cadaver.
- Curled up on a soft patch of clover, she looked up at the stars, swaddled in light clouds, and wondered if they could point her to true love.
- The dogs quickly tangled their leashes together, mimicking the way that their people's lives would become entangled just a month from now.
- As her tea sloshed over her freshly dry-cleaned white button-up on a way to her first day at her new job, she thought "Yeah, that figures."
- Her heart hadn't pounded like this since the swamp tour boat began taking on water after coming upon the largest gator in New Orleans.
- The aroma of lilacs filled the soft, spring air.
- She let the decadent chocolate melt on her tongue before answering.
- The camera flashed, perfectly freezing the first time they laid eyes on each other.
- Rose instinctively picked at the lace constricting her waist as she wondered if she was ready.
(Prompt by me, but also sort of Eleanor Pratt)
"Red wine" by Maritè Toledo. Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0).
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