First Lines

"Don't get eaten, get even!" yelled the man in orange. He stood in front of a bright poster with the same slogan. Mary stumbled into the crowd and pushed towards the church door, where the orange man waved a sheet full of signatures. He caught her eye and held out the paper, "Join the exterminators?"
 
I checked the kitchen calendar and dropped my tea, shocked. It was my turn to feed the chinchilla.
 
Everyone dreams. Everyone I talk to about dreams thinks it's unusual I remember all of mine in cinematic detail. But I don't tell them that I will wake from nightmares with bruises and cuts I didn't go to sleep with. The faded blood stains on the sheets are my proof that I am not crazy, but if anyone were to ask--and they don't--I would say that those were nose bleeds.
 
Sometimes the past has a name, a smile, a perfume. And sometimes it carries a gun.
 
"the vodka burned going down, like only cheap vodka could. somewhere back across the pond, some kid just back from study abroad was surely swearing it was the best stuff he'd tasted, the stuff the real russians drank.

those that lived here knew better. this was what you drank when you were running out of options."

Others seemed to opt for intros so I did too... sorry!
 
She glittered.
Outside the porthole, naked in the vacuum, like a silver-scaled fish against the jewelled velvet universe.
 

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