Kippee poured the hot mid-morning coffee from the percolator into two Styrofoam cups and tightly pressed the lids on. She placed the cups on a small plastic tray and began her walk to Hildy, her co-partner who was meeting with Mr. Post this morning. She could hear them talking loudly, then more loudly and finally even more loudly.
Kippee opened the door to the hallway that overlooked the first floor. She saw the man, a Mr. Post slap Hildy across the face as he power shoved her into the hallway wall, knocking her down. Kippee knew Mr. Post just made several mistakes.
When Mr. Post saw Kippee he quietly shouted, “You’re next” as he pushed her into the wall while grabbing a cup of coffee with his right hand. Mr. Post then turned around and took a step to the long, large straight open flight of stairs to the first floor.
However, Mr. Post did not anticipate Kippee raising her left leg stopping his left leg from reaching the first step. As he started to fall, he attempted to grab the stairwell banister with his right hand, but unfortunately he was still holding Kippee’s hot cup of coffee with his right hand.
As he began his fall down the long, wide straight flight of stairs you could hear his screams and moans especially when the hot coffee spilled onto his face.
After he was about halfway down, his screams ceased and all you could hear is his accelerating body colliding with the stairs as gravity exerted itself.
When Mr. Post finally reached the bottom of the stairwell all was quiet again. It was obvious to an observer that both of his legs and left arm appeared to have severe breaks, and his face was almost unrecognizable. Mr. Post was not moving.
Kippee glanced at Hildy who by now was standing up. They both had slightly confident smiles as they looked at each other.
Hildy walked the short distance to Kippee and reached for the cup of coffee and the small plastic tray as she asked, “Mine”?
Kippee nodded yes as she turned and headed down the steep stairs, holding on to the railing with her right hand.
She thought Mr. Post’s head was twisted in an unusual position. His body continued to be motionless.
When Kippee reached Mr. Post’s twisted body at the bottom of the stairs she reached for his unbroken right arm to feel for a pulse. After a minute or two Kippee looked up to the top of the long flight of stairs and mouthed, “No, pulse”.
The next thirty minutes went by slowly as both Hildy and Kippee continued to observe Mr. Post’s body for any movement. There was none.
Hildy looked at Kippee, who was looking at Hildy as they both nodded their head up and down.
Kippee pulled her cellphone from her back pocket and called emergency to report an accident of a man being unresponsive after falling down a flight of stairs.
Kippee felt sorry for Mr. Post because he didn’t have the pleasure of enjoying her mid-morning cup of coffee.
