Expressing yourself through the medium of sculpture

How do you do it? Well, you have to work quickly but carefully when you’re putting together a sculpture like this. The flies come quickly, especially outside, especially in the summer. And especially if you use old meat, meat you’ve dug up to use again.

Keep the bones in when you can, keep the shapes of the arms or the legs – but make sure you don’t get too much all from the same place. You’re not copying, you’re expressing yourself through the medium of sculpture. Hear that? David would be proud of me. Oh! Oh! Yes, I could do that next time. Ears are tricky. Need pinning.

And the smell. If it’s all fresh, it’s just, you know, metallic but if some of it is riper than it should be…. That’s what attracts the flies of course. It must have been the flies that took the police to my first experiment – my first draft. The police said it must have been kids or Satanists. Well, one bit was a Satanist. He was fresh. The rest of him was in a shopping trolley in the canal. I sweated that day.

But it’s cooler down here, isn’t it? I can’t see any flies at all. Unless they’re in those binbags with my materials. Well, I’ll sort them out in a minute.

I’ve got everything I need. I’ve even got an Alsatian’s tongue. I thought that would be fun, artistic, sticking out from under that moustache.

All that’s missing are the eyes. They dull so quickly, don’t they? And that’s where you come in. Oh, no, no, don’t cry. Your eyes will go all red.

Can I touch your dog’s ears?

“Excuse me, but can I touch your dog? Would you mind? Would he? It’s the ears you see, I can’t get the ears.”

Owners of greyhounds in the north of the town are advised that they may be approached by a polite elderly man who asks if he can touch their dogs’ ears. If given permission, he then closes his eyes, touches the ears and walks swiftly away, smiling and looking at his hands. Police say that there is currently no cause for alarm.

At home in his workshop, Malcolm feels the essence of the dog in his fingers, through his chisel, as it bites into the wood. This time the dog in his mind, in his fingers, will emerge.

Published on FlashFlood, the National Flash-Fiction Day journal, http://flashfloodjournal.blogspot.co.uk/ 17 April 2015