Talking Portrait

I'm a day or two behind, sometimes it takes a day or so to fully come up with something I can work with.  Any how, my response to yesterday's prompt.

Talking Portrait

‘Hello, it’s me over here.’

The woman turned around but there was no one there; she thought she was hearing things.  She turned back to look at some of the landscapes.

‘I said, hello!  Here in the portrait.’

She turned around more slowly this time, unsure what she might see.  On the wall a portrait of a middle aged man with a rugged appearance.  His hair was greying but still quite long and wavy.  It was only his head and shoulders, he seemed to be wearing a military jacket, maybe a naval uniform.

‘It’s lonely in here with no one to talk to,’ the voice addressed her.

She was sure that the man in the portrait seemed to smile, but that was ridiculous.  Helena fixed her stare on the portraits face.  She glanced left and right and then whispered, ‘Hello.’

‘Thank you Madam,’ the voice replied.

Emanating from the picture; she looked around again.  Nobody was near enough to talk to her; she blinked and stared once more at the portrait.

‘That’s correct Madam, it is I, Sir Percival Robbins.’

She looked at the name under the portrait, which confirmed that was whose picture it was.  Her pulse quickened, she started to perspire.

‘And pray, what is your name fair lady?’

‘Helena,’ she whispered.

‘Thank you for taking the time to speak to me Helena.’

‘You’re welcome,’ she retorted.

‘It’s a long time since I’ve made the acquaintance of such a gracious woman.’

Helena blushed and hurried along in to the next gallery.  Looking this way and that to make sure no one had seen her talking to the wall.