Writing exercise 2-25 - Opening Lines

Hubert shielded his watery eyes from background glare as he peered through the nursery window at the swaddled bundle they said was his son. It didn’t look like him, but then they never did.

Looking up from her crossword, she noticed him enter the first class cabin as if he’d just bought the plane and was intending on flying it himself.

The intensity of his sexual arousal surprised him as he lit the match to the gasoline soaked rag.

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Quote of the day: When Loretta opened the door, a gust of trapped interior air, smelling of onions and spray starch, fastened itself to Beth's face like a wet washcloth. J. Mitchard "Deep End of the Ocean"
Chosen because, can't you just smell and feel that slap of air?