Wicked Hands.pptVIP

Wicked Hands A boy walked along Carver Street, singing a sad song. He walked with his head down. Once he looked up and noticed the sign across the empty street, painted on the side of an old house. On the sign a big woman with yellow hair and a five-mile smile held out a big bottle. “Coca-Cola. Drink Coca-Cola,” the sign said. “Boy!” the silence was cut by a sudden cry. He turned around quickly to see who had called. An old woman was standing at her door. “You boy! Come here this minute.” Slowly the boy stepped onto the cold flat stones leading to the old womans house. When he arrived at her house, she reach out her hand and wrapped her dry old fingers around his arm. “Help me inside, boy,” she said. “Help me walk over to my bed. Whats your name?” “Joseph.” The old woman on the bed tried to sit up, raising herself on her elbow. Water ran from her eyes and mouth. The sight of her made Joseph feel sick. “Im dying, Joseph. You can see that, cant you? I want you to write a will for me. Theres paper and a pencil on the table there. Joseph looked down at the paper , and then looked out of the window. He saw the sign again： “Coca-Cola. Drink Coca-Cola.” “I want my silver pin to go to my daughter.” Joseph bent his small body over the table and moved the pencil slowly across the paper. “Theres my Bible,” the old woman said. “Thats for my daughter, too. I want a real Christian burial with lots of singing. Write that down, too. Thats the last wish of a poor old woman.” The boy labored over the paper. Again he looked out of the window. “Here. Bring it here so I can sign it.” Joseph found the Bible, and, placing the paper inside, laid it next to the bed. “ Leave me now, boy,” she sighed. “Im tired.” He ran out of the house. A cold wind blew through the open window, but the old woman on the bed felt nothing. She was dead. The paper in the Bible moved back and forth in the wind. Written on the paper were some childish letters. They formed the words:“C