SOPHIE IS A STATUE TOO!
Blast!” says an anonymous voice. 
I then realise I’m not alone.
There is another man, dressed in the same style as my own odd outfit.
I suddenly realise that we are holding the same cloth. I pull away immediately, or at least I try to.
“Wait a minute,” I mumble, confused, “why is my hand copper?”
“Because we are statues, idiot!” the stranger exclaimed. His voice is clearly angry.
I try to back away, but try as I might my feet are glued to the ground.
It is only then that I realise that we are, in fact, living statues.
Hi Sophie, I love this story, thank you for your excellent and creative work. I like the way it reads as if it is part of a comic script, perhaps this is to be your chosen career? you might even end up famous enough to become a statue!