Back Wild Dog
Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. July 1914
  4. Spring 2017
  5. August 1914
  6. Spring 2017
  7. August 1914
  8. August 2017
  9. August 1914
  10. August 2017
  11. August 1914
  12. August 2017
  13. August 1914
  14. August 2017
  15. August 1914
  16. August 2017
  17. September 1914
  18. August 2017
  19. Part II
  20. September 1914
  21. August 2017
  22. September 1914
  23. August 2017
  24. September 1914
  25. August 2017
  26. September 1914
  27. August 2017
  28. October 1914
  29. August 2017
  30. October 1914
  31. August 2017
  32. October 1914
  33. August 2017
  34. October 1914
  35. August 2017
  36. October 1914
  37. August 2017
  38. May 1915
  39. August 2017
  40. May 1915
  41. August 2017
  42. May 1915
  43. August 2017
  44. Part III
  45. August 2017
  46. May 1915
  47. August 2017
  48. May 1915
  49. August 2017
  50. June 1915
  51. August 2017
  52. July 1915
  53. August 2017
  54. July 1915
  55. August 2017
  56. July 1915
  57. August 2017
  58. July 1915
  59. August 2017
  60. July 1915
  61. August 2017
  62. July 1915
  63. August 2017
  64. Epilogue

He joined her, propelling himself down the new slope. Lise was far ahead but was no longer worried about it. He had always relied on his wife, who guided him without even being aware of it. He was no longer sure what direction they were going in, but he liked the idea of leaving it to her, trusting her. She was tearing ahead like an antelope that couldn’t be stopped and would carry on running even after it had shaken off its hunters, an incredibly light and free antelope.

There was no doubt that they were getting lost. The route was so winding that Franck was sure of it. The sun was behind them now, when it had been in front of them two minutes before. When they got to the third hill, the path disappeared under the tough plants that covered everything. Here, wilderness reigned supreme. It was a snarl of holm oaks and thorny bushes, a tangle of branches weaving themselves into a prickly, impenetrable scrubland. His phone still had some battery left but no signal. When he opened his compass app, he realised it only worked with an internet connection: it wasn’t a real, self-sufficient compass. The north point changed every second.

There’s a level of exhaustion where the body carries on automatically, sleepwalking to the rhythm of your breath, but the mind is in a hypnotised state. Franck stared at Lise’s pink trainers in the distance, trying hard to stay focused on them. Many images went through his head. There, with his eyes full of sweat, he remembered that it was Lise who had assuaged his doubts when Liem and Travis had come to dinner a year ago. He hadn’t had a good feeling about them, but Lise had said: ‘Go on, go for it; they’re good guys. They’re young, they’ll give you a fresh take on things. I’m sure you’ll work well together …’

‘Oh, come on, what have I got in common with a couple of guys who watch films on their phones?’

‘Exactly. They’ll give you a different perspective on things. You can make good films that are not necessarily good art, don’t you think?’

‘I can’t believe you’re saying that!’

In the end, it was Lise who had convinced him to join forces with them, simply telling him to stop being so distrustful all the time. Just as it was Lise who had told him not to fear the luminescent eyes staring at them in the dark, the animal watching them from the edge of the woods.