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I found this on a Word document on my computer... it was meant to have been the start to a short story, but I never finished it. You may remember the incident I wrote about some time ago, when I locked myself out on the roof while I was home alone once. Well....

She had always liked late-summer evenings; the way the trees were tipped with golden rays, the way you could smell the sand from the beach, the way the clouds scattered across the sky in a tortoise-shell pattern. The sun was sitting like a hard-boiled egg about a foot above the horizon and it was just cool enough to feel comfortable in a light jacket. Just a few minutes ago, she had climbed out of the guest-room window and was sitting atop the roof, looking out over the neighborhood and facing the furthest horizon she could find. She thought about smoking a cigarette, or maybe one of those long feminine cigars with the wooden filters, but she realized upon further inspection that she didn’t have any. She had never actually had one, and wasn’t even old enough to – but for some reason it surprised her. Some moments call for cigars.
If she were older, Lois could have bought a pack and put it in her pocket, so that it could always be handy. If she were older. She could probably have put them in her purse, too, next to her car keys, if she had a car. In this purse – which would invariably have everything in it, like a Mary Poppins bag – she would also have a cell phone, and a taser, and some handy tool that could open windows that had locked. Of course, if she were older, this last tool wouldn’t be necessary – adults are far too smart to lock themselves out of windows. So there she sat, watching the clouds as the egg sank lower and lower into the horizon.