The hay wagon creaked to a standstill.
Hidden deep within the bales, an English airman held his breath.
The ring of steel-capped boots echoed round the wagon as bayonets jabbed through the load, grazing his shoulder. His instinctive cry of pain coincided seamlessly with a sharp bark from one of the sheepdogs on top of the cart.
Another jab, another smothered cry, drowned by a perfectly-timed spat between the two dogs.
The farmer shrugged. “Chiens de Guerre,” he spat.
The wagon was waved on.
And the panting dogs of war grinned at no-one in particular, tails thumping happily.
This week one of my photos provides the prompt. This was taken in Apremont-sur-Allier, said to be one of the most beautiful villages in France. There are more photos in one of my cruising reports.
Sorry to have missed last week; we were driving up from Spain back to the UK and the story I’d prepared was unworthy of the struggle with the intermittent, slow and unreliable internet connections we encountered en route. 😦 Lovely to be back, though missing our daily walks along the beach – the Cambridgeshire countryside doesn’t cut it quite the same.