Wow…what do you know, another locked post.
So it is always interesting to see if your opening lines are as successful as you hope they are. Here are a few of mine. The first one is from the book coming out next fall, the others are still WIP.
HUGGING THE ROCK
When my mom decides to run away from home
she packs up her car
with all the things that matter most
IN MY GRANDFATHER’S BAKERY
In my grandfather’s bakery
we make michette; plump rolls for the dinner table,
ciabatte; bread shaped like a slipper,
and grissini; breadsticks, as long as my grandfather’s arm.
THE PIANO ACROSS THE STREET
When Mama died, she took all the music with her. It left us parched, the same way the August sun siphons all the water from the ground until the dirt is nothing but cracked dead valleys where nothing grows anymore.