Don't you hate it when a very improbable first line for a story pops into your head? It happens quite regularly to me. This one was generated by a comment from Todd Mason a few days ago and now it's stuck in my head like a old Motown song:
No one knew when the day began that it would end with us eating Martin.
Now where do you go with that? What lines have you eventually discarded or, better yet, worked out?
Would anyone care to add a second line to this tale? Maybe you can point me in the right direction.