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The Postman Always Rings Twice Alternative Ending

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I thought that over a long time. Because that was just what I had been doing. Lying there beside her,

just straining to think of a way I could kill her.

“All right, then. I was.”

“I knew it.”

“Were you any better? Weren’t you going to hand me over to Sackett? Wasn’t that the same thing?”


“Then we’re even. Even again. Right back where we started.”

Just then Cora leaped up from the bed and dashed toward the phone. I was right behind her and managed to grab her right before she picked up the phone. I glared at her and exclaimed “I thought this was behind us!”

“You were going to run off with another woman to go catch cats! How am I supposed to put that behind us!”

She wiggled out of my grip and made a speedy dash downstairs for the other phone. I ran after her but was too late, she was already on the phone. She frantically spit out the story as fast as she could. A cold wave of fear came over me, I knew it was over. At that moment I lost control and shear anger took over, I couldn’t understand why she would betray me like that. I grabbed a pot out of the sink and with one hit to her head it was over. She lay there motionless and as I looked at her I gained my sanity back. I realized the magnitude of the situation and I began to weep like a little boy over her body. I regretted the act moments after it was completed, but it was too late. The cops were already on their way and I was out of plans. I just lay there crying over her body until they showed up.

Sackett had heard enough of the story to know that I was finished. I was blamed for the Greek’s murder and Cora’s. For this I was sentenced to death. The worst part about it all was the day that I found out that Cora was pregnant with my child. After hearing this news I felt as if I deserved to die. All I could do was ask for Cora’s forgiveness every day and night, and hope that in my death I could be reunited with her to tell her how sorry I am and express my love for her.


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