HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! With the crackle, pop and boom of exploding fireworks, the countdown ceased and cheers rose from Times Square, swollen to bursting with merry makers, tooting on party favours and generally screaming and hugging anyone within range.
Trevor peered out the windows of his office on the twenty-second floor, watching the undulating sea of humanity ringing in the new year. The metal slats of the blind rattled back into place as he let go of them and turned back to his desk.
The glow of the computer screen hurt his eyes. He had been working on this final chapter for a straight twenty-four hours. Scattered candy wrappers, pop cans and crumpled chip bags littered the desk top, a testament to the many hours he had spent crammed in his office.
Once security was put in place, there was no leaving the buildings around Time Square. The added manpower, both in uniform and undercover, as a result of the recent terrorist threats, make it impossible to leave the building.
This all amounted to a forced time lock. There was no way in or out. He would have a running start and be a jump ahead of the others, first in line when the literary agents reopened.
He toggled to the front of his book, and backspaced over the title, retyping it as inspiration struck.
“MEIN KAMPH REVISITED” he typed, then sat back and folded his arms across his chest.
That should get their attention, he thought, tapping his foot on the side of his waste can. His eyes wandered back to the mottled black and white photograph in its heavy old frame, that decorated the corner of his desk. A tall, emaciated woman stared back at him. Her overly large nose twisted at the end, the same as his. Her hair was curly, lank and dirty. He imagined it was the same colour as his, sandy brown shot with grey. In better days, she had been a real beauty.
The last of the fireworks faded away and the strains of music of the next big act on the new Years stage seeped into the room.
Rubbing his eyes, he blinked rapidly then stabbed a finger on his mouse and advanced to where he’d left off, and continued to write. “Hitler had an eye for the ladies. One day, while his cavalcade drove through the crowded streets of Berlin, his roving eye fell on a young woman in the crowd…”
English Idiom: “running start” meaning…”An initial advantage…This expression alludes to track events such as the running broad jump, in which one begins moving before reaching the actual take-off point (1920’s)”
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