In the Microscope
Here too are the dreaming landscapes,
lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses,
tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters
who lay down their lives for a song.
Here too are cemeteries,
fame and snow.
And I hear the murmuring,
the revolt of immense estates.
Miroslav Holub
The assignment this week is to write the first sentence for ten different short stories. The tutor intends to choose one and I suspect he is going to make us write a short story using it!
[Later] The ten first lines, for what they're worth, can be seen here