What Goes Down Must Come Up

By Michael W. Turner

A school teacher’s suicide plan is thwarted when he comes in contact with a mysterious man who has his own set of problems. It is said that misery loves company...or does it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael W. Turner
• Release date: Jun 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301795642

Michael W. Turner

I’m Michael Turner, and I am a videographer and writer from Albany, NY. I have always enjoyed reading and writing fiction. It is definitely a passion of mine, and I am so glad to have the opportunity to share some of my work with you. Technology is a gift and curse but being able to publish my work on my own is more than a gift, it is a blessing. If you enjoy my stories, please post some comments, and please don’t feel shy about critiquing. Feel free to contact me at [e-mail] and visit my website www.mediahammock.com to find out more about me, my books, and the services I provide.

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What Goes Down Must Come Up

Michael W. Turner

Copyright 2013 Michael W. Turner

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Marcus looked up at the sign marked Employees Only and hesitated for a moment. He tried the door knob, and it turned. He smirked and shook his head in disbelief. It is meant to be, he said to himself. It was around 4:00 AM and forty-five degrees, but the cold air was no match for the warm blood racing through his veins.

He opened the door and was startled by the cool fall breeze that broke through his light-brown pea coat and ripped through his cotton pajamas. The putrid odor of stale urine entered his nostrils as he looked toward a flight of stairs. He put his right hand on a banister and felt the rusted paint chips prick his fingers. He savored the feeling for a brief moment, took a few deep breaths, and began his ascent.

Marcus was in his mid-forties, but he didn’t look it. At first glance, it looked like he was in his early thirties. He was small in stature and had a slight curve to his upper-back which caused his head to protrude in front of his body.

Marcus could feel the gentle movement of the ground beneath his feet as he traveled flight after flight. He stopped a few times to catch his breath, so it took close to twenty minutes to reach the very last flight of steps. He thought of his days in high school when he had to take the PE exam, and how challenging it had been to do chin-ups and run a mile under ten minutes. It had left him totally exhausted then, and he felt the same way now. He stood hunched over with his hands on his thighs, gasping for air. As he regained his breath, he stood upright and looked ahead to another door: the final door.

Once again, the door was not locked. He opened it, and that cold familiar breeze ran through his coat once more. He squinted as he was temporarily blinded by a bright security light that was mounted in an opposite corner about ten