One hundred and forty-seven words….

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where we are invited to use 147 words in any way we wish and to include the word Museum.

 

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il_794xN.1346882215_aodyIt comes alive at night, this museum.  You don’t believe it?  I didn’t at first.  Ridiculous idea. Yet something nagged me.  So I decided to take a look if only to confirm my doubts.

I broke in that night.  I’m not revealing how, you’ll have to take my word for it.  I crept around, but even on tip-toes, my steps echoed.  Suddenly something unseen started dragging me, my feet hardly touching the ground.  Then I saw them.  Statues chatting with one another, quaffing ale. Prehistoric skeletons wandering hither and thither.  Characters in a painting frolicking, dancing.  I found myself dancing with them.  I felt giddy, joyful, elated!

I never left.  They wouldn’t let me.

You are wondering who’s talking to you, aren’t you?  I’m over here, in the gilt frame.  That’s right, here.  Tonight I’ll be partying again, tomorrow too.  Join me, if you dare. 

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24 thoughts on “One hundred and forty-seven words….

  1. Na'ama Yehuda Sep 8, 2019 / 15:22

    How fun!!!
    Now you’ve done it and I can’t tell this story to kids because: a. they will not let me rest till we find a way to get to the museum at night and b. we’re likely to be thrown out of the museum because they’d insist on talking to each one of the exhibits to try and ‘wake it up’ … 😉

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  2. JoHawkTheWriter Sep 8, 2019 / 18:54

    The Field Museum in Chicago offers sleepovers for both kids and adults. I haven’t gone yet, and now I am having second thoughts.

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  3. Jen Goldie Sep 8, 2019 / 19:11

    Great story Keith or rather a true documentation…..Hmmmmm 😊 Thanks for reading mine 🙂

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  4. Dale Sep 9, 2019 / 05:15

    That was so much fun, Keith. Mind you, if he’s happy there…

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