The search for the winner of this year's Meager Puddle of Limelight Award for Best Opening Line continues with Heat Four.
There are eight heats in all. The winners from heats one - seven go straight through to the final. The second place finishers battle it out in heat eight to see which title joins the others in the final round.
What's at stake?
Bragging rights for the winner, an interview and/or guest post here on An Englishman in New Jersey, as well as signed copy of my book, Fur-Face, and a couple of I are a writer! pens.
I think you can vote using Facebook, but if you need an LJ account, they're free).
From the following list, please select any opening lines which you think should progress to the final round
"Look, I think it is time to call it quits."
Lyta should have stayed with the carriage.
Margaret Burke was waiting for the bus when all the money vanished from the world.
Michael, the perennial bachelor among this group of men, declared, without any sense of irony over the table littered with empty beer bottles and half-eaten wings, that he "had women all figured out."
The morning after I arrived in Miami, I opened the window shades in my bedroom and saw eight inches of snow.
Nothing said angry female like taking hairpin turns at insane speeds in your soon-to-be ex-husband's 'borrowed' muscle car.
Once upon a time we'd been friends, the witch and I.
Our attic door is always padlocked, but on this late Thursday afternoon, the stairs descend into the hallway like a lolling tongue from a dark mouth.
Photographs can be changed, but reflections are honest--that's how Rachel Clark knew her mom was a liar.