Wild Dog by Serge Joncour

Wild Dog

Wild Dog by Serge Joncour
English | 2020 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 1.5 MB

Franck and Lise, a French couple in the film industry, rent a cottage in the quiet hills of the French Lot to get away from the stresses of modern life.

In this remote corner of the world, there is no phone signal. A mysterious dog emerges, looking for a new master. Ghosts of a dark past run wild in these hills, where a German lion tamer took refuge in the First World War…

Franck and Lise are confronted with nature at its most brutal. And they are about to discover that man and beast have more in common than they think.

That’s exactly what I’m worried about. Don’t you think it’s strange that no one has commented on the page or left a review? And what are we going to do with a hundred and twenty hectares of forest?’

‘Nothing at all. That’s the point.’

‘Lise, it’s not going to be very relaxing – no air conditioning, no TV … There probably isn’t even a kettle or a toaster.’

‘You can’t go a few weeks without a kettle and a toaster?’

‘No, I can’t. I’m a modern man; in the morning I need my kettle and my toaster. And there’s no pool! Where did you even find this site? Are you sure it’s not dodgy?’

‘Franck, you’re just scared of it just being the two of us for three weeks, without our friends and their kids and their motorboats, not even neighbours to distract us.’

‘If you’re looking for rest and relaxation, why don’t we go on a cruise, or trek through the desert? I get emails advertising those kinds of things all the time. Trust me, there’s plenty of other places in the world you could find your peace and quiet.’

‘Because your idea of relaxing is planes and trips, and big groups. Being surrounded by other people, following a schedule, having a plan – that’s what you call a holiday?’

‘Well, anyway, your website says you need a 4×4 to get to the place. Look, it says there, “4×4 recommended”.’

‘OK, so we’ll rent one!’

‘Lise, do you know how much it costs to rent one of those things?’

‘Probably less than going on a cruise.’

The warnings about the track leading up to the house were unambiguous, and whilst Franck saw this as yet another reason not to take the house, for Lise it was further confirmation that she had found the perfect place. According to the description, the road leading up to the top of the hill was extremely steep and in poor condition, hence the need for a vehicle with four-wheel drive. To see for herself, Lise tried searching for it on Google Earth. There was no postcode, just the name of the local area, and she had to scroll over acres of emerald screen before she found the right place. This had to be the house; it seemed to be the only one for miles around. She could make out the track in question curving towards it. On-screen it was difficult to gauge how steep it was, a winding pale streak twisting away from the main road that stood out from its surroundings like a line of chalk on a blackboard. When they zoomed out they could see the house was surrounded by hills, trees and scrub, but no other houses. To the east of the house though, a flash of something sparkling caught their eye, a circle of light glittering in a dark patch of shadow. It could have been a ray of sunlight caught on camera or a reflective surface. Franck zoomed in further get a closer look, but all he could see was a white shape.

‘What do you reckon?’

He was already feeling oppressed by the prospect of three weeks out in the sticks with nothing but trees and hills for company.

‘I reckon there’s something fishy about this website.’

‘No, that bit of light over there – what do you think it is?’

‘I don’t know, Lise, probably a mirror or something. Or a pool of water.’

‘There you go. You can swim in that then!’

‘At least check if there’s reception up there.’

‘A reception?’

‘Phone reception, Lise.’.

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