Let’s give the random book prompt another whirl. Grab a book from your collection at random, and use its first line as the first line of your prose today (giving credit where it is due, obviously). Then go in a different direction than the book did – your own.
I’m adding my take on another cool thing I saw on Doug’s blog today.
This is the first sentence from Die For You, from Lisa Unger:
“A light snow falls , slowly coating the deep-red rooftops of Prague.”
It is cold. So much colder than the desert where I live, but from where I am seated at this sidewalk cafe sipping hot coffee from a tiny china cup, it is not so unbearable. This place had only existed as a fairy tale, a vision or dream. Someplace out of reach and so very distinct in my mind, in my memory.
The snow, falling harder now, causes those on the streets in front of me to lower their heads and raise their collars. They sometimes glance over at this American sitting solo, drinking from that steaming tiny cup and they wonder why she has not succumbed to the weather. They are speaking in muffled tones as they pass. Not that I could understand anyway. I am watching them pass until they slowly disappear into the shield of falling snow. I sigh. So peaceful, I think, while gazing at the Gothic spires, letting myself be slowly hypnotized by the sideways sea of falling white.