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Writing prompt: first line - her laugh broke the silence

Posted: 12/19/09 | Written by Jeannie | Labels: , ,

Her laugh broke the silence. Head lifting back in a roar – unexpected, uncontainable laughter burst forth. Everyone turned their head looking at her like she was insane. The dark movie theater, filled to capacity was staring at her. A black and white, French movie droned on behind them. Light from the projector booth shined down on each face looking up at the bellowing voice. Her face turned red. If the lights were up, they would see several different shades of crimson wash over her. She smacked her boyfriend in the arm who just sat – grinning; Cheshire cat looking off into the sea of people. One by one the audience started refocusing on the art film noir that flickered in front of them. She recoiled back into her chair, burying her face into her hands— whispering to her boyfriend, "next time, wait to tell me that this movie stinks more than the fart you just let out."

©Jeannie Hart 2009