I'm honing a new opening line. It's turning out a little long, but I'm not sure that's bad.
I'm toying with a story based on an actual experience I had in Dublin . As I walked through a blustery afternoon storm, and old man came toward me, chuckling strangely and looking at me knowingly as if he held some secret. That's about the extent of the real experience so I have quite a bit to make up.
Not sure if the story is going anywhere but I'm toying with an outline and an opening page at least and here's how it starts:
"The old man in the snap-brim cap walked out of the wind, his arms dangling, useless and limp as he angled across the sidewalk on a collision course with Desiree."
Desiree won't be the main character's name. That's a place holder for the moment. Guess we'll see where this goes