Choose one of the opening lines below, and write either a short story or the beginning of a longer piece following on from it.
In so many ways, it was a bitter winter that year.
As the mug slipped from her fingers, her heart sank, for Elizabeth knew that she could never replace it.
The river ran deep. Who knew what secrets it held?
I thought I recognised the figure walking up my drive, but I was wrong.
I will love you till we die, but I hope you die first.
That day, she did something that would change her life and the lives of those around her forever.
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