The Hand

By Pamela Caves

Cicely's battle with breast cancer is half won but with a faltering marriage, she feels as though she's lost. Her husband thinks she's going crazy after she tells him that she keeps seeing a disembodied hand pulling on her. Cicely thinks it's a ghost, until she finds out the previous owner of the house is the equivalent of a real mad scientist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pamela Caves
• Release date: Jun 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458020192

Pamela Caves

Pamela is a teacher and writer living in northern Alabama.

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The Hand

Pamela Caves

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Copyright 2011 Pamela Caves

Learn more about this author at www.PamelaCaves.com

Cover art editing and design by Pamela Gifford, Creative Services/ www.PamelaGifford.com

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The Hand

I was through the door first holding my tackle box of craft supplies. Sunlight streamed through the two windows to the left. I felt from the front door just how much heat was coming through those windows. I guessed that was good considering it was October. Maybe it would save on the electric bill. But then I remembered with much dismay that I’d have to completely cover them. Disappointments never ceased.

David grunted behind me. I didn’t know if he was grunting to get me to move or if the box was too heavy. I couldn’t imagine it being the latter. It was only my dollhouse furniture. I was caught between a grimace and guilt as I watched him.

You’d think you had the real thing in here. He placed the box on the dining room table and panted. His head was glistening already. He’d shaved his head when I started losing my hair to chemo treatments but whereas mine hadn’t yet returned, he already had a dark shadow forming. That shadow was oozing sweat even though it was his first box and even though it was around thirty-five degrees out. He hadn't said he was even thinking about shaving it again; guess I'd have to live through baldness on my own after all.

I didn't know what to say. I felt bad that I couldn’t help him get my stuff in the house. The lumpectomy on my right breast hadn’t been too long ago and I still couldn’t lift much.

He tried to grin but behind it, I could sense the disarray and grief. He'd been supportive enough through my disease which was great considering we were still almost newlyweds. But this move wasn't good for our already faltering marriage.