Take a look at the setting in this photo and go with your first impression: opening or closing scene? If the photo inspires more details for the scene, please drop them in the comments!
Here are the other posts from this month about writing settings in novels.
Beginning!
I sigh, disgusted with my life’s career. Just like always, I grab my sister’s hand, and we limp through the church gates. To any bystander, we’re a devoted old couple who prays at churches on our endless road trip of retirement. Little do they know that Bonnie and Clyde is a better description. The act works because nobody suspects us as the thieves who work their way across the country and steal offerings from churches. We make a killing, but I hate it. Next to me, Jackie slows. I hear her gasp. I look up and see why she’s suddenly nervous. A cop car approaches us and pulls over to the side of the country road. The officer steps out. Behind the fake limps, I know Jackie could run, and I can tell she’s chomping at the bit. “No,” I whisper. “Don’t give him reason to suspect us.”
“We need to get away,” she whisper-argues.
“Good evening,” the officer calls out. We’re ten feet away now. Eight. Jackie slows again.
I gulp. “Evening.”
The officer holds up a picture of us at the church two towns back. He asks if we recognize the couple, but I barely hear for the roar of my pulse in my head and the scream of my conscience. Jackie wants to bolt. I want to stop living a lie. Either way, we’re busted.