Max: Patrice, Patrice! Good God man, provide me with your assistance!
Patrice: Nothing else matters now Max… Nothing, else, matters…
Max: Patrice! Help me drag poor Marcel to safety. It did not work, he is close to death! You said the waters held healing powers. It is bullshit Patrice, complete bullshit! If you don’t help me right now, I swear I will kick your ass and hold your head under the water until you yourself are healed!
Patrice: …I am in love with this woman, Max. Her name is Bernadette Soubirous. Continue reading “Max Ernst’s “Une Semaine de Bonté: Lundi, l’eau” (writing prompt)”