Statue ('55 Words contest.)

The birth of an icon.

    Locked in stone since before time began, I have waited patiently for my deliverer, and now my imprisonment is ending. The heady ring of chisels and hammers echoes through the solid rock, calling me out to freedom. Worlds vibrate as Michaelangelo's strong, callused fingers draw me from this marble womb.

    He will call me David.