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

Franck put down his cup, feeling a sense of wonder and complete harmony with the countryside around him. This morning he really believed he was part of it. The hills and the blue sky were waiting just for him. He and Lise were eating breakfast outside. He stood up and walked over to the house, coming back a few moments later with a thick red parcel from the butcher that he put on the table with the bread and jars of marmalade, to his wife’s astonishment. He odd new behaviour, took a slice of ham and held it out in front of him like an offering to the hills, as if he were symbolically dedicating it to the dog at the bottom of the igue, the canine partner working for him. Then he brought it towards him, smelt it and stuffed it in his mouth. It was so large that he had to push it in with his fingers, before chewing it hard and relishing the flavour. Lise was watching him, no longer surprised by this new odd new behaviour but wondering how he could eat it.

‘You know, Lise, it wasn’t actually them who wanted to play Robinson Crusoe yesterday.’

‘What do you mean? You told me they wanted to stay and sleep under the stars …’

‘Yeah, that’s true, but actually I kind of forced them to. I left them in the cage.’

‘What are you saying?’

‘I left them in the cage on purpose, with the dog standing guard …’

‘You mean you trapped them? How could you do that?’

‘Lise, do you know what they were going to do to me?’

‘But, Franck! You’ve left two men in a cage for a whole night? How could you?’

‘Hang on, I’m not the one keeping them there. I’m right here.’

He stood up and spread his arms wide, taking a deep breath as if drinking in the entire scene: the beautiful rolling hills and the sky, and the big clouds appearing in the east, like mounds of whipped egg white that seemed to float slowly towards them.

‘Lise, this is what’s keeping them there. The countryside, the woods, the wild animals, the dog … It’s all this, not me.’

He walked back over to Lise, indicating the panorama as if offering it to her, as if she were seeing it for the first time.

‘Look at that, look at those enormous clouds coming towards us – it’s for us, just for us. You were right, Lise, it feels great to reconnect with nature, and you know what? I think I’ll stay a bit longer – I mean, once all this is over and done with … We could rent this house for the year – the hills, the woods, nobody comes here anyway. It’s a good idea, right?’