The Muse

She had been stood inside barn forever, replaying memories of the Master opening the barn doors, letting in light from across the field. He would smile at her, perched on a pedestal, naked as the day she was created. She longed to call out to him, to smile back, but no matter how her heart ached, she could never break free of the stone shell.
         Cold winters passed. The Master stopped coming. As the ageing barn crumbled, gaps appeared in the walls and thin lines of sunlight crept through. After a while she had forgotten his face, forgotten love.
         One morning, she was awoken by an odd rumbling noise.
         "I'll park it in the barn for now." A voice outside called.
         "I dunno mate, that barn looks fit to fall down, no-one's been in near it in a hundred years." Someone replied. "You had a look in there yet?"
         "No, not yet. I bought this place for the house and the land, not the outbuildings."
         "You're a bit brave. That old guy was said to be a right weirdo. There might be a dead body inside."
         "Let's have a look shall we?"
         The light filled the space as the doors opened. She felt frightened, exposed to the world and without the comfort of the Master. As the initial glare of the brightness subdued, a male face came into view. He stared at her inquisitively, his eyes savouring her features in their precisely formed glory. A moment passed between them, where he almost seemed to know the truth.
         That day she found a new Master, and he moved the mesmerising statue into the beautiful Manor House, draping a warm red velvet cloth across her silvery stone body. The warmth returned, and although she did not show it, he saw her smiling.

Word count: 300
Prompt: Write a story that includes the words: stone, velvet, statue