Randomly flip to a page in a magazine and write using the first few words you see as an opening line.
She gazed back at him, until he passed away silently. His widow's wails filled the hospital room, the hallways, even all the way out to the parking lot. Everyone was aware. The governor had finally let go after days of fighting for his life.
Dr. Mattis motioned for the nurses and other attendants to retreat to give the family time to mourn alone. As soon as she stepped out of the room, all the air seemed to leave her body. One of the nurses noticed and gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into a supply room.
The doctor began sobbing quietly. The nurse, Fiona, and her had been friends for almost six years and have worked together for longer than that. Fiona was the exact right person to be here with her right now.
The widow wasn't the only one allowed to mourn.
The doctor and the governor had been flirting back and forth these last few months while he got treated and prepped for his triple bypass surgery. They were developing a deeper bond when he had a stroke and then eventually passed this morning.
She felt robbed, cheated. She didn't deserve this.
Wet, fat teardrops splashed on the tile floor underneath her. Fiona rubbed her back slowly, whispering a funny story about her grocery shopping trip this past weekend.
The doctor appreciated her. But she wouldn't feel good for a long time.