My last photo prompt for this month’s theme of beginnings is to write the first lines for this scene from the point of view of one of the people in the photo. Whom do you choose? The woman? The young man beside her or the one with a satchel? Here’s my inspiration:
I started as a young guy with a mask slipped his arm around my waist. “Pretend you know me.” He whispered. “It’s a matter of life and death.”
Mine or his?
I pulled away, but his dark eyes above the mask caught mine. They didn’t look like they belonged to a creep on the hunt. They looked scared.
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