The Kiss of Death

It began with the porch move. Or maybe it began with the laziness of the man living in the theatre of operations to which these steps led. every way both are very important for this story.The Higgs couple up lived in a sm solely house in a quiet neighbourhood by the road. It may have seemed at first army that Mr. And Mrs. Higgs got on well as a couple. However the truth was very different. Mr. Higgs was a jealous man. Mrs. Higgs was a hospital nurse and often had to work over night. This meant the two of them never got to see much of separately other. Mrs. Higgs came home in the morning at about the time when Mr. Higgs left for work. It was the same in the evenings, Mrs Higgs release the house for work only to meet her husband coming in. Not knowing for sure where his wife was over night Mr. Higgs often got very suspicious of his wife having an affair.It was a Tuesday morning Mr. Higgs, alone in the house, looking out the window at the snowed-in drive, thinking what his wife m ight be doing right now. paranoiac thoughts were once again chasing through his head. But a plan was already taking shape in his mind. He would come home from work earlier than usual today and see whether his wife had soul in the house. If yes he certainly wouldnt hesitate to punish her. Pondering on a suitable penalty he turned to other things that needed to be done that morning.Apart from the usual, he had to clear the porch, the steps leading up to the porch and the walkway of snow. This was a chore Mr. Higgs despised. He hated having to trudge up and crush in the snow, wielding his shovel while more and more fresh snow fell. Mr. Higgs hated winter and anything that went with it. He decided non to shovel the snow that morning.Mr. Higgs left the house at about quarter to eight. He locked the door and carefully walked across the porch and down the three steps. They did seem to be a little slimy and Mr. Higgs once again considered clearing them of that wretched snow. No, it co uld wait besides he would be late for work. He walked over to the gate, got in his car and drove off to work.Mrs. Higgs came home at half past eight. She took a shower, made herself some breakfast and then sat down into an armchair with a book. She wasnt expecting anyone. She knew about Mr. Higgss suspicions but they were all told false. She wouldnt be surprised if he came marching in at that very moment demanding where she hid her secret sports fan and then went on a rampage around the house searching closets, and wardrobes. She smilingd to herself at the thought of that happening. Her smile didnt last long. At that moment a loud thump came from outside. henry the postman undecided the Higgss gate. The Higgs couple didnt have a mailbox hanging on the gate. Instead they chose to place directly on the main(prenominal) door. Probably so they wouldnt have to walk that far when retrieving their mail. Lazy. He went through the gate and strode across the tend toward the Higgss door. Couldnt even take care of the snow, people these days This was probably one of Henrys last thoughts because as he was about to take the third step up the small stairs leading to the porch his foot slipped and Henry the postman fell to the ground, hitting his head on the porch steps with a loud thump.Mrs. Higgs sat there, waiting for her husband to come bursting through the door. When the door remained closed she walked forward and threw it open only to find not her husband but the local postman sprawled on the porch steps. Luckily for Henry Mrs. Higgs was a nurse and knew on the nose what to do in such a situation. She crouched down next to him and reached out looking for a pulse. in that respect it was, slow but steady. Henry the postman was still alive. His breathing seemed to be weak and irregular.She would have to have-to doe with It was about at this moment that Mr. Higgss car came to a halt in front of the house. Unfortunately Mrs. Higgs didnt line up instead she leaned o ver Henrys body, her lips touched his and as she exhaled air was pushed into his lungs. By this time Mr. Higgs had gotten out of his car and all his attention was on his wife kissing the local postman that was laying there on the porch.Mr. Higgs opened the gate, stepped through and closed it forcefully behind him. The clash of the gate made Mrs. Higgs look up. She immediately realise what she is doing must look like. She stood up and took a few steps down the stairs and into the garden toward her husband. empennage her Henry was waking, lifting his head, dazed.I know what this must look like Paul, but its nothing like that Mrs. Higgs stuttered. He slipped and fell. I was giving him the kiss of deportment.Mr. Higgs stood there staring into her eyes It might have been the kiss of life for him but its the kiss of death for you. It was the way he said it, a slow deliberate complain that made Mrs. Higgs react the way she did. Turning back toward the house she ran. Mr. Higgs didnt say anything to warn or immobilise her. He knew she wouldnt get far.Mrs. Higgs running back to the house forgot all about how slippery the porch steps were. She was well-nigh on the third step when her foot shot from under her. Mr. Higgs watched as if in slow action as Mrs Higgs turned in the air and fell, hitting her head on the bottom stair. There was a sickening crunch and then silence. It ended as it began, with the porch steps.