One night the stars fell into the lake. Side by side we watched, wondering if the world was ending. I thought: if this is the end, at least I’m holding your hand.
Note: This is one of my favorite microfictions that I have written. If I ever publish a collection, I plan to put this one first.
First Lines by Deva:
One night the stars fell into the lake.
A swift, sweeping glance over the arena told Alce that none of the other spectators had seen it.
She bends the world to her imagination.
The humble statue of St. Francis has fallen face down in a winter storm and found that the earth is indeed flat.
I LOVE your first lines….always make me want to read on….
Does the rest generally live up to the first line, or are you saying that they make you want to read more but then you’re disappointed?