Saloma Miller Furlong's Blog
That Elusive and Important First Line...
I don’t have time to write a long post, but I have a question for you, my dear readers. In re-writing the beginning of my memoir, I am trying to decide on a first line. Will you let me know which of the following lines you find more compelling?
- A light rain fell as the procession wove its way up the narrow lane to the cemetery, where each horse halted at the next available slot by the hitching post.
- The day of my mother’s funeral, I bought myself an Amish bonnet.
Thank you in advance for your help. I’ll be back with another short post before departing on our journey on Saturday.