Mr. Adam let her continue, just as he had planned. He would then trap her in the act allowing her enough time to realize that her game of deceit was up, that she’s been caught red-handed and perhaps let her repent in terror of her dreadful end. He wanted her to watch her death trod slowly, confidently towards her. He wanted her to die a thousand deaths before he ended it all. Then there’s the law to be taken care of. He’s planned it all – the time, place, occasion, everything. If everything works out smoothly according to his plan, the law wouldn’t get a whiff of it all. Even if it somehow did, he had his case ready – a simple, faithful and loving husband killing his wife in a fit of rage upon discovering her secret affair. The case was simple and convincing. He’s made sure of this.

Slowly and silently he put his thumb and middle finger on the two sides of the wrist between which the mosquito sat. He paused for a while fearing that the mosquito might fly away sensing danger. The mosquito however was oblivious to the surrounding being too engrossed in its work. Mr. Adam allowed himself a wicked smile and then stretched the skin suddenly with both his fingers in opposite directions so that the mosquito’s proboscis was trapped in his skin. Caught, caught at last. He soaked in the sight of the mosquito kicking its legs and flapping its wings desperately trying to escape, not knowing what struck it. He let it struggle in vain and imagined how Mary, his beautiful Mary, would look. Would she struggle so much or give in to her fate soon, perhaps she would cry and ask for forgiveness or perhaps she would try to convince him of her innocence. Not that these mattered to him yet somehow he felt superior imagining Mary struggling such.

The mosquito slowly came to a standstill as if accepting its fate and waiting for the end, praying it comes soon. Seeing it give up so soon disappointed Mr. Adam. Anyway it was just a mosquito, surely Mary would last much longer. He then put his index finger softly on the exhausted mosquito taking care not to crush it. He wanted it to feel the burden of its crime till the weight becomes so unbearable that it would beg for deliverance. He let the pressure grow slowly. Then he pressed the finger down so that the mosquito was no more between the finger and his skin. It was now just a pulp of deceit and sin, its evil life ended in a just way. He got his revenge.

His mind thus at relative ease, Mr. Adam went to sleep and dreamed of that day next week when he would again experience the sweet taste of revenge.

A week later, there appeared a little piece in the obituary section of the local newspaper. It read as follows :

Adam Colingbridge, age 50 left for heavenly abode, on June 10,2006

He died of malaria.

He is survived by his beloved wife Mary Colingbridge.

As a thoughtful agricultural engineer he cared for the wildlife and the

public waterways. He also continued his Father’s practice of fishing the

River Lune for trout and salmon.

Adam created a magnificent garden, welcomed his friends on their rare

visits and lived his happiest days with his wife Mary.

Born: 17-03-1956 Died:10-06-2006 in Claughton, Lancaster ,Great Britain.

May his soul rest in peace.