The Lamp

Uncle Arthur had always been eccentric. A man of tall tales and lover of curios and antique oddities. He even professed a belief in true magic, declaring he could make any wish he had come true. Of course, such flights of fancy left him with few friends, and he was relegated to being the family kook that people "forgot" to invite to events.

But despite his unique and peculiar charm, Arthur was an incredible businessman and was astoundingly wealthy. Leaving relatives bitter at needing to entertain him before asking for a loan or any other kind of financial help. Support that He gave without a second thought, nor did he ever ask for repayments of any kind.

Arthur had favourites, like any good uncle. It just so happened that You were his favourite! You had hung on his every word, could recite tales of daring do from memory, and believed in magic like he did. So, when he finally passed away, You were sombre and paid Your respects while your family bickered with the executor over what they BELIEVED they were entitled to. It was only a few days afterwards that You received Your inheritance.

An old cardboard box that contained a brass oil lamp that had a green post-it note stuck to it that simply read "RUB ME" on it.