Here is my draft opening: “A sea of red hats flowed over the thin line of guards, smothering their feeble protests into the scorching sand. The crowd rushed into the fiery void. The heat turned the sweat on the faces beneath the hats into steam and a layer of fog waved over the red flood like a death shroud covering a corpse.”
Or, maybe … “It was a dark and stormy night. The government had warned the inhabitants of The Villages to seek shelter, but a crowd had gathered at the lake shore, where the fake sailboats danced merrily in the wind like the opening act of a dark vaudeville show.”
Or, maybe I'll go do something else to pass the Quarantime.

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