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Pgymalion caressed her cheek with his sandpaper, refining her beauty again. He gazed at her, longingly. Stone eyes stared, ivory lips silent. He wished she was alive. He wondered what colour her eyes would be, what her voice would sound like. She was so beautiful, his greatest creation.

At his wish, she shuddered, stone lungs trying to breathe. He listened in wonder as her heart thrummed, as she gasped for air. Her skin rippled, stone turning to flesh. Pale eyes turned a deep green, blue lips turning red as she breathed.

Her hand reached for his, as she stammered hello.

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    I love it. Beautifully told myth, prompting me to do a bit of Google research on Pygmalion. I can now understand why Shaw named his play thus. We were lucky enough to see it performed on a summer’s evening in the garden of GBS’s house, which is very near where we live. Thanks for the lesson.

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    Christopher about 3 years ago

    It's nice to see drabblers that have a common theme to their drabbles. With you it seems to be stone. With Jamie Clapperton it's insects. We had a guy here years ago who had a wrestling theme running through all his drabbles. Mine are all over the place, I'm afraid! But that's how my brain is, unfortunately.

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