What if Mr White did not wish Herbert away with his third wish?
The story so far...
It was a week after Herbert's death. Mrs White was forcing Mr White to wish Herbert back again. Unable to resist his wife's pleas, Mr White raised his hand and wished for Herbert to be alive again. The couple then waited in the silence. Suddenly a loud knock resounded through the house......
"Its Herbert!" Mrs White screamed. "It's Herbert!"
She ran to the door, but her husband was before her and catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered hoarsely.
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door."
"For god's sake, don't let it in," cried the old man, trembling.
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried struggling.
"Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming!"
There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing and called after her as she hurried downstairs. He heard the chain rattled back and the bottom bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. Then the old woman's voice, strained and panting:
"The top bolt!" she cried loudly. "Come down. I can't reach it."
But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If only he could find the paw before the thing outside got in. Finally, he found it. He raised his hand high up and was about to wish when he remembered the happy days he spent with his son Herbert. Herbert was a child who brought life and...