She stood still as stone, blinking once every hour when no one would notice. She had enhanced her every feature to near perfection. Her straight black hair was as still as her body. Her lips, painted a rich red contrasted with her sickly white face. The gray gown she wore (which seemed to be pulled straight down by an unseen force) tautly fit around her skinny figure – obviously the result of a very tight-fitting corset. Her hands were held out in front of her, offering an invisible gift. Her long, slender fingers were hidden beneath dull, white gloves. Her bare feet were barely visible beneath the still dress, yet they were painted the same hue as her face.
Her two blue eyes were fixed on the clock of the church tower across the street. The minute hand moved ever so slowly, tantalizing her poor soul. She believed she'd reached perfection and felt the need to sustain it! While her body remained still as stone – nay, still as a statue! – her heart beat faster and faster.
People would come up to her, stare at her for a brief moment, and walk away, mumbling about their own business, and very rarely about the near perfection of this Living Statue.
One little girl came up to the Living Statue followed by her mother. "Is it real?" the daughter asked.
"Yes, she is," assured the mother.
"She is so perfect."
The Living Statue had not received such a kind comment, but managed to stifle her smile. She'd been still for six hours straight and would not be interrupted by a little girl.
"Come on, let's go," the mother said. The daughter took her mother's hand and walked down the street. The girl looked back, but the Statue did not notice. She blinked for the first time in an hour. The girl had seen it.
"She blinked!" the little girl exclaimed.
And as the Statue heard those words, she fell to the ground, not like a statue, but like a human being. Her body had loosened and fell gracefully upon the pavement. Her frozen features softened and her eyes closed.
The daughter ran to the fallen Statue and lifted the gloved hand. The statue opened her eyes. She took her gloves off to reveal flesh-colored hands.
"I'm not perfect," the Statue smiled.