With five people in this photo, there are many ways for you to use this photo for an opening scene. How would you being a story? Here’s mine:
“I told you not to let that dog off her leash.” I pulled the collar of my red coast higher.
“But she hasn’t run off for week,” my younger sister said, wiping flakes out of her eyes.
“Why don’t you leave Trixie at home for our morning walks?” A plaid scarf muffled my older sister’s voice. “Have Eric walk her in the evenings.”
My younger sister walked ahead. “She can’t have gone far.”
The trail in the park dipped down, and we followed it into a clearing. We weren’t alone. Two figures, fuzzy in the swirling snow, stood about fifty feet apart, staring at each other. They hadn’t turned as we entered the clearing.
We stopped. The strangers, a man and a woman, held their attention on each other. Why hadn’t they noticed us?
My older sister gripped my arm. “Let’s go back.”
The man moved, reaching under his coat.