The turkey was delicious, but something tasted funny about the gravy. Then all of a sudden Aunt Mable clutched at her throat then fell face down in her mashed potatoes. We all stopped eating and stared at the dear old woman, watching as golden gravy oozed through her blue-tint hair. Nobody rushed to her rescue, nobody reached over to pick her head out of her plate, nobody called 9-1-1. In fact, nobody seemed dismayed in the least at this turn of events, just waited quietly for something else to happen.
You can read other guild members' musings here: http://eastbeachwritersguild.blogspot.com/p/starter-sentences.html
The December starter sentence is: "The tree we bought smelled great..." Go ahead and give it a try yourself!