This was written for the Two for Tuesday Challenge #21. Prompt: Wax Museum.

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He heard a soft noise as a drop of candlewax hit the floor. He imagined the dust it was adhering to, the speed with which it was solidifying, and fought his own instinct to stop and pick it up.

I don’t have time, he thought as he sped up, not today.

He rounded corners and navigated obstacles as if there were more than a flicker of light showing him the way. He had lost track of how long he spent in front of the sculptures, or how many notebooks he had filled with tiny, scribbled notes on the various paintings lining the walls.

He finally reached today’s addition – a sombre marble angel about to take flight. Her features seemed to glow as rays of moon and starlight pierced in from the glass dome above.

‘When the full moon shines on your smile, Zoraya, you will be set free,’ he whispered as he clambered over the red barrier rope, up the pedestal and linked his hands with the angel’s.

Her lips widened into a smile. The marble robe slowly became silk, her wings softened and experimentally moved, her arms held his waist tightly. They took to the skies, littering the pedestal with shards of glass.

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