The signal
Something is taking the lamps
On festival night the lane above the valley is strung with lamps. This year they are going out — one at a time, in order, from the far end, toward the village.
Something is taking the lamps
Nothing is broken. No glass on the ground. The brackets are not even bent.
The dogs will not walk past the twelfth post.
Eight lamps remain on the lane.
We are not going to explain it, because nobody in the valley can.