The sky was ablaze, light reflecting off her porcelain skin. Her eyes, the tint of blue sapphires. That’s when he saw her and knew that he had to have her. He now had a quest.
He saw her everyday – same place, same time. With every look just fuelling his burning spirit, he set out to acquire her. What would he not give to have her around always, to feel the smooth texture of her skin, to stare into those deep blues. Quest transforming into an obsession.
He neglected his family. All he could see was her. All he dreamt of was her.
He finally brought her home and gently unwrapped her. Every motion exposing her body. There she stood, an epitome of grace and beauty.
The sculptor would be proud. His creation now had a home.