Pygmalion

As we stepped out of the house to go for a well deserved Indian, a golden mannequin was sitting outside the church hall opposite.

'I'm free if you want to take me home' said the sign on the figure.

Who had left her there?

The surreality of the scene was enhanced by a glowing sky overhead.

The boys coming out of the kung-fu class joked about practising their moves on it.

I took the pic and moved on.

When we returned, she had gone.

Who's taken her home?

Only my blip exists to record the fact she was ever there.