Start of a Novel…Room from the Top


The Beginning:

It was time to die. I have done everything I could have done, and now other people are dying. I have killed enough. It seems like it was me who was doing the killing. Each death has agonized me to the core of my heart. When I die, the rest, or what is left of the rest, will be able to go on living.

Seven deaths in as many as seven weeks…

Each week he has seen me handle far more than I can handle.

I walk out to the edge of the balcony and peer down. The glass doors slide open, and I have to push at the clasp, which has started to lock into place with salt and air. I wonder why as the windows are never opened because of the air-conditioning, and no outside air would ever get inside to tarnish anything.

With Marilyn gone it was different. Maybe some defiant breeze seeing her lying there dead, would have crept indoors to gloat.

Concentrating hard, I opened the windows, and let them slide to the end.

I opened the screen doors and laughed.

What insects would be up this high. The only insects here would be the men and women in their patently shining grey suits, walking with unpolished fake Armani, thinking the Administration would see their cheap, upmarket elegance. I was always intrigued by the fresh faced arrogance of those on the upward mobility track, with their attitude to what they felt were their lesser peers.

Owning the business meant that I was expected to appreciate their subsequent back scratching.

It had become more and more repellent since I had lost both Gretchen and Marilyn who had kept the vultures from my presence.

I opened the doors to feel the slight wind on my face, and took one step forward onto the ledge.

I remembered that Thursday…

That was the day she’d first spotted them, or to be exact, thought she recognized his distinctive brown head bobbing in the mill of the crowd. She had glanced at her costly jewelled watch just to assure herself of the time and like an amateur pick-pocket or thief- followed him.

His direction was straight forward and he seemed oblivious of her shadowing his steps. But, to insure her invisibility, she had stopped and made a show of studying several of the shop windows, while still keeping him in her rear vision. It was a trick she’d learned from watching those grainy black and white detective videos he was so fond of. Who would think they would come in handy?

Several times she almost came close to calling his name, just to see his look of surprise. But, for some unknown reason, she hadn’t. Now, looking back, she knew why. Back then, she’d convinced herself it was just a silly and harmless game. Sure, with herself the loser…

Finally, he arrived, entered and took a seat, sliding into the far booth of a favorite restaurant they had eaten at several occasions. She ducked her head as the owner approached in her direction but he ignored her, turned and walked toward the back. He stopped at Tom’s table.

She stood on the busy sidewalk and peered into the darkened eatery. Tom had nodded a reply. His mouth formed some words, but from her location outside, she couldn’t understand their meaning. But, the owner comprehended and much to her amazement made motions to the waiters to set another place setting. Who, she wondered was Tom meeting for lunch?

And why the clandestine location and secrecy?


The book is written by 2 authors…. Bob and myself

I started it as an online open writer novel, but the contributions did not have a theme and Bob started writing it and suddenly the two of us were writing the book.

I amended the start and changed it to fit the rest of the book.

We have 28 chapters now, we need to finish the end and we need someone to edit it. Its very hard for me to edit my own writing but I will have to try. Either I revamp this book or we start another. It would be wonderful to find an agent to handle it. Bob and I write fast and furiously and can produce 2 chapters a day with me writing one and him the next…making a book possible in under a month.

The title came because I was trying to send the message that however high up you may be in life, there is always room for more and there is always room from the top…to maybe go higher or down




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