Looking David in the Eyes
As a sandstorm approaching the travelers when the oasis is in sight, rage broke out in the chest of the master when a few touches separated the sculpture from being complete. Suddenly, the arms with veins popping out from as thick as the marble skin look as if made by the hands of an amateur. Posture, just a moment ago appearing beyond perfection, reveals the touches of rough instruments, making David look like an invalid. The face seems frightened then ready for the battle with the mighty Goliath. The master attacks the desk. The wood scatters to pieces and the instruments fall on the ground, echoing the days and nights of work and whispers behind the windows of the studio from those who wished to have a glimpse. He stands in front of David as Goliath with a hammer, feeling how his hand fills the wooden handle with blood as if it was his own skin. There it is, the sculpture having nothing in common with the master. He steps forward and falls on the knees as if have been hit by a rock and the rage like the sandstorm calms down, leaving him weeping in front of his now complete masterpiece.
Mantas Stockus is a Malta-based Lithuanian. He has MA in Modern-and-Contemporary Literature and Criticism and is particularly interested in thought-provoking writing and poetry. His writing has appeared in various print and digital publications.
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