THE PICTURAL STORY

by Pierre Wat

A story written by Pierre Wat in 12 chapters

Chapter VII

There are no pomegranates today as she left nothing to eat or drink.
This is the first time, and I am surprised. Surprised there's nothing there and shocked to discover that it only took a few days for me to make this gift a reassuring habit. Have I ever been caught in a routine form, the quiet little life of the shipwrecked man? What does she want to tell me? Is this a punishment? Would I have upset her without realizing it?

I sat facing the white wall, without paying attention to what I saw, feeling a little lost when something, almost in spite of myself, caught my attention. It was a contrast. That's right: a contradiction, I can't find another word — something dark, on the left, and something light, on the right. The dark one seemed all the more mysterious as it seemed to hang on the white wall. However, the light seemed brighter than the big white wall. I started to focus on my surroundings. Right away, I felt less lost. It was almost as if this bright contrast allowed me to situate myself, physically.

I stood there. Something made me want to stay this way, straight, vertical, halfway between these two presences, while I usually like to sit facing the white wall. Here, another habit that's been broken. Well, it's not as unpleasant as I feared.The more I stay there, the more the contrast increases. The light and the dark seem to sharpen each other, to reach their highest intensity. It's strange, I should be dazzled, yet it's quite the opposite, I see better and better. What I first thought of as a uniform black mass is a kind of life form, animated by traces, which fringes with white in its lower part. At first, it seemed flat to me, but now I feel the weight. It is almost as if the black was about to slide towards the white.The clarity that reigns on my right side it is now a yellow mass that emerges in the whiteness. I feel like I'm attending a birth.

I'm glad she didn't drop off any pomegranates this morning. I would probably have looked less closely if my taste had been solicited at the same time as my sight.

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