“The living-room is so empty without the lamp,” – said the old woman in the chair.
“I don’t know. Do we really need it, Ellie? I’m out of the breath with my rheumatism lately. It wont be easy – to put up there a new lamp for you, darling.” – quietly answered the man while checking the local newspaper.
“I’ve already sent a letter…”
“Did you? – he looked surprised. – “Why didn’t you tell me before? Any reaction?”
“Nothing so far. Too quiet. Don’t like it.” – she took the yarn from the floor to continue her ‘morning-knitting’.
Tuesday. Kitchen. Morning.
“Listen, Carol, I’ve got a very strange letter yesterday…from our neighbours on the other side of the road” – said the male voice while chewing a toast with the strawberry jam.
“Our neighbors? Do you mean the old lonely couple? I almost never see them. What’s in the letter?” – asked his wife.
“Here it is:
‘What criteria do you set for the lamps in your house? If you are like me, you want them to be pretty. And strong. And quiet. And bright. A good lamp is a helper, mood setter, guide, pathfinder and much more! Or let’s say it simply – I’m always looking for the right lamp for the right job! And you are the lamp, Shawn! Thank you!
“Hahahaahaaaaa. What? It’s funny.. are you sure the letter is for you?” – the woman couldn’t stop laughing.
“Mmmm, maybe she’s in love with me? I’ve been always a big fav for the old ladies living around us. Do you remember Mrs Pratchett?”
“Yes, I remember. But it’s so weird she is talking to you like…you are the lamp, darling. Oh! Shine on! Be Bright and Beautiful today! I have to hurry. Job job joooob!”
The woman kissed her husband and left the kitchen. Shawn continued to look at the letter.
“I’m so happy you are finally have found the time to come over with a visit..” – the old lady is smiling. Her eyes shining with the kindness and happiness.
“Yeah, I couldn’t miss those amazing cookies you made.”
Suddenly Shawn sees the empty place on the wall with the words “ The Lamp”.
“Where’s the lamp? Broken?”
“No. But I need a new one. My husband promised he’ll fix it for me. Each thing in our house has a purpose. The lamp is a part of it.” – the old voice filled the room with the invisible power.
“You need a bright one, haha, just like you described in your letter. It was fun. I see you are knitting a lot.”
“Yes. Let’s move to the dining room, Shawn… dear. Lamb is waiting…”
Sunday night. Bedroom.
Female voice: “So are you ready?”
Male voice: “Yeah, I’ll do it tonight, darling. Sweet dreams, Ellie!”
Female voice: “Good night, Phyl”
Police, a woman, knocking on the door.
“Hello! We are investigating disappearance of your neighbor Mr Shawn Breezy” – said the policewoman.
“Come in, come in… What happened?” – the worried female voice moved deeper inside, to the living- room.
“We don’t know, Mr Breezy disappeared on Monday morning or probably Sunday night. We know that Breezy and his wife visited you for a Sunday lunch. Wow, what a funny lamp…” – policewoman couldn’t get her eyes off the new lamp in the living room.
“Yes, my husband is a sculptor. This is a face, you see? He created it. From the cement. He’s working a lot with the cement lately, it’s cheaper. I painted it green mint.. do you like the color?”
“I guess. It gives me goosebumps. The grimace…Is it crying?” – asked policewoman.
“I don’t know, I think it’s lovely… I love to do my knitting in the living room now. Mint green – it’s so refreshing. Oh, and yes, it was a great Sunday lunch. Beautiful couple!”
“So did you hear anything from Mr Breezy after sunday lunch? Have you seen Mr Breezy monday or tuesday?” – woman tried to concentrate on the face of the old woman.
“No. We haven’t seen him. I’m working a lot outside in the yard and haven’t seen Mr Breezy from Sunday evening,” – said the husband from the dark corner.
Wednesday. Evening. Living-room.
“I think I need a new umbrella, Ellie… soft, tender, strong and black.” – suddenly said Phyl starring at the fire place.
“What a great idea! Do you want me to send a letter to her?”
“No, too risky. I think we could chat at the local café. About the rain and Shawn. I’ll call her. Where’s that number she left to us in a case if we’ll remember anything about Shawn?”
“Check in the bedroom.”
“It is such a beautiful day. Windy and warm. I love my lamp. When I saw the lamp for the first time on my wall – my heart flew out of my chest, freeing itself into the wonderful, moist air of the room. Phyl just told me that soon we’ll have a new umbrella as well. I could not have had a better day than this, since I moved here.” – and the old woman closed her notebook.