Description
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.
Recommended Citation
Wukasch, Robert T.
(1946)
"The Hand,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
:
Iss.
3
, Article 13.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss3/13
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