15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

Jon walked through the museum’s shadowy corridors with his mouth wide open. His arms took on lives of their own as they reached up to every cabinet, longing to touch and feel the many treasures held within. From what seemed like the whole of time and across the whole world, the artefacts came. And they were all waiting for him, waiting for his imagination.

Jon saw them come alive, golden pots filled with liquid before his eyes and ivory sculptures came to life. A small pale cat chased a little wooden mouse. And then Jon saw a stone dog, intricately carved to perfection. The chase intensified. But his Mum was pulling him on, there was more to see.

They reached another empty room. All the lights focused on something in the centre of the room and Jon had to take several paces forward before it came into view. His involuntary gasp coupled with a dash towards it. A statue, a carved wooden figure. It took Jon several seconds to realise it was painted in astonishing colours and patterns, so transfixed he had been on those eyes. They seemed to look through him, into him.

The room had weapons and other, smaller, statues, but Jon could not look past the figure, that face. Those features so carefully and loving created into reality. He felt changed, where the other figures had come to life as he watched, this one needed nothing. He lived already.