As she emerged from the lift and sat down, a bright spark from the welding in the ground floor apartment renovations ruptured her retina and she was forced to stumble out of the room and across the road in search of an opthamologist; but, as she made her way blindly across the street, she was hit by a car and whisked away to hospital – so it didn’t matter that she didn’t find an opthamologist that day, as they fixed her eye anyway, but she never played the violin again.
It’s fun Monday! Today’s fun Monday is hosted by Min at MamaDrama. Visit Min’s blog to see the full list of participants this week.
The challenge, should we have chosen to accept it, was to…
Write the worst opening sentence that you can come up with and accompany this atrocity with a photo of your setting, a character or a bit of action that relates to the opening line or (for those who do not have a camera) a written description of same.
Seeing as I ruptured my retina, I couldn’t see well enough to post an appropriate pic – sorry!
Next week’s Fun Monday is hosted by beccy.
Okay okay. Here’s a photo to go with the story, for all those critics out there, and story has been amended slightly to fit.