Friday Fictioneers, story for February 7, 2014
Grandpa loved his lamp. When guests came, he always asked someone to turn it on. Looking for the knob, visitors activated the touch lamp, and Grandpa dissolved into chuckles as they jumped.
Grandpa eventually learned that a person could control the lamp by touching someone who was touching the lamp. Howls of laughter ensued as family linked hands around the house. When we ran out of family members, the lamp was still responding.
Grandpa proceeded most of us in death. His lamp still responds to curious fingers. Only heaven knows if our circle will remain unbroken in the sky.