Delta40
12-22-2010, 05:26 PM
Gosh I have alot of clutter....
Pygmalion gazed longingly at the statue of Venus. His one true love and he knew exactly why. Each curve was pure perfection as she stood there, her arms out stretched; her creamy thighs turned inward, waiting indefinitely for her lover to arrive. The face of Venus remained innocent to her own beauty, her eyes slightly downcast but it was her eternal silence that drew Pygmalion to her more than anything else. Such silence as this, thought he as he passed her each day in the main entrance to the Library, spoke volumes to his heart and filled him with a profound sense of warmth each time their eyes met.
Pygmalion otherwise called Piggy by his colleagues worked in the reserve section of the city library. He was, some argued as old as the catalogues themselves, yet nobody was sure of his age. He shuffled along and seemed dusty like some of the books it was true. Piggy was not unattractive by any means but one always felt they had dipped into a great pool of wisdom when he spoke. As such he was left to his own company, so much did he unnerve the staff. Piggy knew nothing of mans disquietude with self-truth. Time was relative in this world and certainly he had traveled. His existence was spent in pursuit of the perfect relationship with a woman whose consent he sought through the ages. The Gods had promised to vivify her and so they would one day. So passionate did he feel about her, he had journeyed across the continents of the earth, in search of his hearts delight, undertaking great quests in her name. He had fought battles, slain many with the knowledge that only he could win her love. Sometimes, she had become lost to him during war and famine. The greed of humankind knew no bounds and Piggy had learned to his dismay, their disregard for beauty. Venus had been captured, sold, shut away in vaults, broken into pieces and traded for mere profit but each time Piggy had managed to make her whole and so once again press his cheek against her cold smooth breast. His was a labour of love, each time her silent vow speaking louder to him than ever before.
Now, for the past 20 years, Venus had reposed quietly in the city library. Time had lent itself to her character thought Piggy as they shared a private conversation during lunch. How well we understand each other. You so fill me with life and I can tell you are pleased with me this morning by the smile on your face. Your disposition is radiant and truly charming. Piggy ate his egg sandwich under the modest gaze of Venus who soothed him with her silent approval. When his lunch break was finished, he bowed to her discreetly communicating his intention to see her after work then went back to the reserve section of the library. He arrived back at his station to find a memo posted from Mr Harris the Library curator. Meeting 1.00pm. Attendance, compulsory. Piggy did as he was bade and convened in the main staff room at the appointed time to find only Mr Harris in attendance. ‘Ah Piggy, take a seat will you’. Piggy sat down and waited politely. ‘There’s been some budget cutbacks as you may have read in the last circular, and unfortunately the task has fallen to me to find the most effective means possible of using the resources we have to suit such a budget. I have reviewed the situation and mainstream outgoing will absorb the reserve section. The department has drawn up a very attractive redundancy package in light of your service here over the last 20 years. Harris paused and said more gently. You will find it most generous…. He drifted off. Piggy was looking up at the ceiling, a stricken look on his face. Harris’ could not imagine Piggy’s dilemma. His beloved Venus! Not now, when their relationship was so solid and he was sure that the gods were on the brink of granting his wish to animate her. He recalled all they had been through….He shifted his sight back to the year in question. ‘Mr Harris, you can keep the money in exchange for the statue of Venus in the entrance. I have always been rather partial to art and I would much rather appreciate a token gift than monetary compensation’. The ensuing silence was deafening. It is strange how silence can say so much thought Piggy. Harris stared at Piggy open-mouthed before replying. ‘Are you mad man? That statue is priceless. We would no sooner give it to you than sell it to you. Anyway, its apple and oranges old man, Venus is on the list of budget cuts too, what with the extra security, cleaning and special air conditioning. Too burdensome. At 2.30 today, she’s going back to the museum where she belongs.’ Piggy felt the panic rise inside of him. Throughout the ages, he had pursued the heart of Venus. Ever had he been in her sight, the gods tantalized him with her possible animation and always she told him of her undying devotion through her eternal silence, her splayed fingers dancing lightly upon his fluttering heartbeat each time he anticipated her first cries of love. He could not lose her now.
He left the library that evening, plummeted into an abyss of darkness. The place she once occupied was empty and Piggy felt gutted inside. Never had he faced a greater challenge. One could easily wrestle a fierce beast and don its skin but it was another to destroy bureaucracy. He arrived at his apartment and fumbled for his keys. Despondent now, he dropped them and exclaimed ‘Damned be the Gods you promised me!’ As he stooped to pick the keys up a woman’s voice spoke ‘Let me help you’. Piggy looked up to see a picture of radiant beauty before him. Long, black glossy hair, green eyes, and an aura he could not quite fathom, Piggy stood dumbfounded yet suspicious. He avoided earthly women, having spent an eternity hating them. She said with a twinkling grin ‘Be careful what you ask the gods. You might get more than you wished for’. With outstretched arms, the woman held the keys out to him. ‘You’ll need these, if you want to get in’. Piggy blushed at his own thoughts and mumbled ‘Thanks’. The mysterious stranger stalled at Piggy’s awkwardness and said ‘I guess I’ll see you around then, since I’ve just moved in next door. I work at the local museum’. She coloured slightly as she cast her eyes downwards and waited in modest silence. Piggy began to reel. Could it be? He followed the tack he had so often heard earthly humans use. ‘Really? What a coincidence. I often grace the museum on a Sunday afternoon. I believe a statue will arrive there today which is of particular interest’. The woman exclaimed breathlessly ‘You mean Venus? She’s my favourite. I know everything about her!’ The object of beauty suddenly frowned ‘The odd thing is though she’s gone AWOL. They’re hunting for her as we speak’ A shiver of excitement shot through Piggy’s veins. He knew the gods had heard him at last. Venus had arrived and she stood there now before him. He eyed her with full appreciation. The woman wasn’t sure what she had said but she realised her neighbour was actually very handsome now that he was so animated and figured to run out of milk in the near future so she could knock on his door.
The End
Pygmalion gazed longingly at the statue of Venus. His one true love and he knew exactly why. Each curve was pure perfection as she stood there, her arms out stretched; her creamy thighs turned inward, waiting indefinitely for her lover to arrive. The face of Venus remained innocent to her own beauty, her eyes slightly downcast but it was her eternal silence that drew Pygmalion to her more than anything else. Such silence as this, thought he as he passed her each day in the main entrance to the Library, spoke volumes to his heart and filled him with a profound sense of warmth each time their eyes met.
Pygmalion otherwise called Piggy by his colleagues worked in the reserve section of the city library. He was, some argued as old as the catalogues themselves, yet nobody was sure of his age. He shuffled along and seemed dusty like some of the books it was true. Piggy was not unattractive by any means but one always felt they had dipped into a great pool of wisdom when he spoke. As such he was left to his own company, so much did he unnerve the staff. Piggy knew nothing of mans disquietude with self-truth. Time was relative in this world and certainly he had traveled. His existence was spent in pursuit of the perfect relationship with a woman whose consent he sought through the ages. The Gods had promised to vivify her and so they would one day. So passionate did he feel about her, he had journeyed across the continents of the earth, in search of his hearts delight, undertaking great quests in her name. He had fought battles, slain many with the knowledge that only he could win her love. Sometimes, she had become lost to him during war and famine. The greed of humankind knew no bounds and Piggy had learned to his dismay, their disregard for beauty. Venus had been captured, sold, shut away in vaults, broken into pieces and traded for mere profit but each time Piggy had managed to make her whole and so once again press his cheek against her cold smooth breast. His was a labour of love, each time her silent vow speaking louder to him than ever before.
Now, for the past 20 years, Venus had reposed quietly in the city library. Time had lent itself to her character thought Piggy as they shared a private conversation during lunch. How well we understand each other. You so fill me with life and I can tell you are pleased with me this morning by the smile on your face. Your disposition is radiant and truly charming. Piggy ate his egg sandwich under the modest gaze of Venus who soothed him with her silent approval. When his lunch break was finished, he bowed to her discreetly communicating his intention to see her after work then went back to the reserve section of the library. He arrived back at his station to find a memo posted from Mr Harris the Library curator. Meeting 1.00pm. Attendance, compulsory. Piggy did as he was bade and convened in the main staff room at the appointed time to find only Mr Harris in attendance. ‘Ah Piggy, take a seat will you’. Piggy sat down and waited politely. ‘There’s been some budget cutbacks as you may have read in the last circular, and unfortunately the task has fallen to me to find the most effective means possible of using the resources we have to suit such a budget. I have reviewed the situation and mainstream outgoing will absorb the reserve section. The department has drawn up a very attractive redundancy package in light of your service here over the last 20 years. Harris paused and said more gently. You will find it most generous…. He drifted off. Piggy was looking up at the ceiling, a stricken look on his face. Harris’ could not imagine Piggy’s dilemma. His beloved Venus! Not now, when their relationship was so solid and he was sure that the gods were on the brink of granting his wish to animate her. He recalled all they had been through….He shifted his sight back to the year in question. ‘Mr Harris, you can keep the money in exchange for the statue of Venus in the entrance. I have always been rather partial to art and I would much rather appreciate a token gift than monetary compensation’. The ensuing silence was deafening. It is strange how silence can say so much thought Piggy. Harris stared at Piggy open-mouthed before replying. ‘Are you mad man? That statue is priceless. We would no sooner give it to you than sell it to you. Anyway, its apple and oranges old man, Venus is on the list of budget cuts too, what with the extra security, cleaning and special air conditioning. Too burdensome. At 2.30 today, she’s going back to the museum where she belongs.’ Piggy felt the panic rise inside of him. Throughout the ages, he had pursued the heart of Venus. Ever had he been in her sight, the gods tantalized him with her possible animation and always she told him of her undying devotion through her eternal silence, her splayed fingers dancing lightly upon his fluttering heartbeat each time he anticipated her first cries of love. He could not lose her now.
He left the library that evening, plummeted into an abyss of darkness. The place she once occupied was empty and Piggy felt gutted inside. Never had he faced a greater challenge. One could easily wrestle a fierce beast and don its skin but it was another to destroy bureaucracy. He arrived at his apartment and fumbled for his keys. Despondent now, he dropped them and exclaimed ‘Damned be the Gods you promised me!’ As he stooped to pick the keys up a woman’s voice spoke ‘Let me help you’. Piggy looked up to see a picture of radiant beauty before him. Long, black glossy hair, green eyes, and an aura he could not quite fathom, Piggy stood dumbfounded yet suspicious. He avoided earthly women, having spent an eternity hating them. She said with a twinkling grin ‘Be careful what you ask the gods. You might get more than you wished for’. With outstretched arms, the woman held the keys out to him. ‘You’ll need these, if you want to get in’. Piggy blushed at his own thoughts and mumbled ‘Thanks’. The mysterious stranger stalled at Piggy’s awkwardness and said ‘I guess I’ll see you around then, since I’ve just moved in next door. I work at the local museum’. She coloured slightly as she cast her eyes downwards and waited in modest silence. Piggy began to reel. Could it be? He followed the tack he had so often heard earthly humans use. ‘Really? What a coincidence. I often grace the museum on a Sunday afternoon. I believe a statue will arrive there today which is of particular interest’. The woman exclaimed breathlessly ‘You mean Venus? She’s my favourite. I know everything about her!’ The object of beauty suddenly frowned ‘The odd thing is though she’s gone AWOL. They’re hunting for her as we speak’ A shiver of excitement shot through Piggy’s veins. He knew the gods had heard him at last. Venus had arrived and she stood there now before him. He eyed her with full appreciation. The woman wasn’t sure what she had said but she realised her neighbour was actually very handsome now that he was so animated and figured to run out of milk in the near future so she could knock on his door.
The End