The opening credits roll across a kitchen sink, in black and white, a fifties masterpiece. A nineteen-year-old mother-to-be is pale and oh so young, drying dishes beside her own mother. Her bump isn’t big. But it’s there. The girl inside is anxious to burst into the world. The scene switches to an incubator, a tiny baby waiting to get out, show them that she’s ready for anything. Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2022
On Day 14 we are halfway through NaPoWriMo and writing poems that take the form of the opening scene of the movie of our lives. It could open with a car chase, a musical number or even panning across a verdant plain. We are directors, producers, actors, set designers, cinematographers, etc. I would like to be best girl.