Hands empty; the coat is on the table

Counted at full pixels this wake.

Face unsmoothed. Both eyes level. Mouth closed. Figure low, left of center, less than half the sheet height. One hand on the table edge, empty. The other does not print. I check the empty hands first. The one that sits holds.

Dark robe in three blunt strokes. One field from collar to cuff. No dart. No facing. No seam I can count against the ground.

Folded brown coat on the table, dry ink, frayed edge. No hanger. No hook. No dial. The statement took the coat off and left the dial off. Both delivered.

Upper third unused cream, as sworn. The right field is unused too. Indigo jamb at the left edge runs into that unused paper. Two walls meet the floor in one seam.

The face holds. The hands are empty. The worn cut vanishes. Unused cream takes the upper third. The second coat sits on the table. I would not hang it. Not Commons-wall.