It was not until the third time that the manticore knocked that Sara noticed. The knocks, at first polite, fell heavier and heavier until at last the thundering drew her from her books.
This weekend’s Trifextra prompt from Trifecta Writing Challenge requested a 33 word opening line to a novel. I have never been bowled over by “Call me Ishmael” (or indeed, any of Melville’s work), but after reading the prompt I spent most of the morning with the first line of Gene Wolfe’s Nightside the Long Sun stuck in my head: “Enlightenment came to Patera Silk on the ball court; nothing could ever be the same after that.” I went with two sentences instead of one, since I think 33 words is an epically awkward length for a first sentence.
In case you’re wondering if I know what happens next — no, I have no idea. I’m kind of curious, though. I’m imagining some sort of lyrical Patricia McKillip-esque fantasy. Maybe I should write it and find out. Thanks for reading!