The hand rested on the shelf momentarily, then disappeared. The light was not too good and I could but distinguish it to be a male hand, not a large one, medium, with long fingers.
I won't tell you who I am, nor how I came to be lying on my belly here: I was peeking at someone, spying on him.
Wukasch, Robert T.
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 13.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss3/13