- There was no fresh cream to cool down her first sip of thick bitter coffee on that hot morning.
- Miller burnt her tongue.
- There was no fresh cream to cool down her first sip of thick bitter coffee on that sultry morning, the same morning Miller had her last cup of coffee.
- On that sultry morning, there was no fresh cream to cool down Miller’s last cup of thick bitter coffee.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
“Write four possible first lines. You are not carving them in stone; you can go back and change them at any time. The sentence can even just be fragments.” Jennifer Traig, Part II The Autobiographer's Handbook
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The drunk tank had never looked as dark as it did this Christmas morning.
ReplyDeleteAs he was falling through the sky, staring at the bridge pulling farther away, he thought of the smell of fried chicken and of eating it.
I deal in semi-colons.
The hobo slung his bindle into the freight car, but forgot that he needed to get in as well- lost his bottle of bourbon, a can of beans, and a photograph of his wife that he'd murdered only a few hours ago- watched his whole life travel south on the last Burlington Northern of the night.