Mr Birch, the first line from a story about a man from another place

First line of the story

Alma Behringer never cared for alternate dimensions, estranged timelines, or wormhole portals, but there she was anyway, ever since her husband’s ghastly passing two months ago, waiting for the traveler to re-appear from behind the curtain of birch trees.

What is this? Inspired by photos from my camera roll, I imagine first lines of stories that doesn't exist.


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