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.
It 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.