Beginnings #2

In Class the last two days we were given the first paragraph of a story and told to create something, anything, with it. The first day I turned what would obviously have been an excerpt from a love story, "It was too gentle to call a chill, but if you know California’s subtle seasons the air was unmistakably fall. Eddie looked out over the penthouse balcony at the boats in the marina and the fading pastels over the point. He smelled the Plumeria on his hands. For a moment—just long enough that when he looked up the sunset had deepened, and then it was gone—he wished he hadn’t pushed her." into a tragedy. I twisted the words of the first paragraph into a literal translation of "pushing her" and threw her off of the penthouse balcony. It had honestly began as a joke, but I started wondering how he would have been brought to the point of such a horrendous act and I concluded that  would elude to a series of torments would have befallen Eddie by the hands of the girl he loved. I didn't progress more than two paragraphs but I remembered how relaxing it could feel to just tell a story. I hope to get back to work on my masterpiece soon. I haven't touched it since I attempted my first draft of the third chapter during spring break and I have been longing to return to it.