Local News: Woman Dies in Chimney
They broke up and she, either fed up or drunk or undone,           ached to get back inside. Officials surmise she climbed a ladder to his roof, removed           the chimney cap and entered feet first. Long story short, she died there. Stuck. Like a tragic Santa. Struggling           for days, the news explains. It was a smell that led to the discovery of her body. One neighbor           speaks directly into the microphone, asks how a person could disregard so much: the damper, the flue,           the smoke shelf. He can’t imagine what it was she faced. The empty garage. The locked back door. And is that           a light on in the den? They show us the grass where they found her purse. And it’s not impossible to picture           her standing on the patio — abandoned — the mind turning obscene, all hopes pinned on refastening the snap.           Then spotting the bricks rising above the roof and at first believing and then knowing, sun flashing its           god-blinding light behind it, that the chimney was the way.
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