Sunday, April 6, 2025

Lamp

 

The lamp was ugly even for that vintage.

Made of ceramic, in the shape of a pyramid of fruit, it was glazed a shiny iridescent pink. Its shade was fringed, of course.

She was looking for a makers’ mark, when she saw the note tucked inside, and she unfolded it.

The note was in spidery handwriting and notated the wedding date of the couple who had received it. It also included their birth and death dates, as well as the birth and death dates of the relatives who got it after the original couple died.

Did the lamp kill them?

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