Omg I am such a sucker for these one line only challenges/this is brilliant. Ok, so it’s first line of a fictional story, yes? Ok.
The box was orange and gray; metallic and snide in its unblinking security.
She held his hand, despite her refusal to hold any lasting part of his soul.
The entrance to the house was old and marble; it looked like time had forgotten about it and so it had attempted to age itself, out of spite.