Chapter 2: The Little Blue House

After a long minute drive through French motorways and roads, a sign with Plozevet written appeared to Coraline. They first led to a paved road full of bumps and hollows that made the journey chaotic and finally to a small sandy path lined with grassy embankments.

A little further, a wooden house, painted blue, on stilts stood out in the setting sun. This color reminded Coraline of the houses of a neighborhood of a city in Morocco, where this color covered the walls of the houses to ward off the evil eye. It was quite what was needed for this young woman, to scare away the evil eye and sadness that possessed her. The teacher stopped the car and got up to take out the suitcases and climbed the stairs first. The young woman followed him without saying a word. It seemed to her that she could not say anything, that she had no right to do so and that it would not change anything. However, the relationship, which they had begun to create at the party where they had remade the world, had seemed to Coraline to have started on a good basis.

Yannick took out of his pocket a silver key with a triskell as a key ring. It is the Celtic symbol par excellence. It is above all a lucky charm but originally it was supposed to be a solar symbol. This man remained in his world of dreams and legend. He was as passionate as ever. Coraline smiled softly.

The teacher entered carrying the young woman's suitcases and put them at the foot of the bed.

When Coraline entered this room, he rushed to show her around. The walls were made of wood painted green and red. The floor was made of dark planks on which some naïve carpets were laid. He started with the main room in which there was a small kitchen with an oven and sink, a round table with 4 chairs and a large four-poster bed stretched with white cloth.

Coraline smiled again as she imagined this tall, strong blond fellow, with his ring in his ear like a privateer, fighting to make this bed for her. Red rose to her cheeks thinking of the words "for her."

In the second room, a bathroom with a shower with transparent walls and light blue tiles.

Evening was slowly falling on the horizon.

"If you have the slightest problem, you can call me at any time," says Yannick, turning around to leave.

Coraline grabbed his sleeve. His body had acted alone. "Thank you. Don't want to have a drink or eat something before you leave? I don't know what the fridge has in store for us as a surprise, but I would be happy to resume the meal we started in Brussels. »

He accepted with a tortured but brilliant look.

Opening the fridge, there was a bottle of chouchen, two bottles of cider and some soft drinks, but nothing to eat. On the other hand, in one of the cabinets, some cans had been placed on a shelf. She chooses one of them containing ravioli.

The meal had started silently, they drank a bottle of cider, suddenly, between two bites, Yannick started talking again.

"Do you know the legend of Jean des pierres, a man who made stone embankments around the fields of Plozévet, without cement or mortar? The stones spoke to him and told John if they were good or not and he knew how to stack them simply by listening to the wind that carried the song of the stones. The successive storms of winter did not move them. It is thanks to him that in the fields we see beautiful solid walls that will not move for more than a thousand years. I hope that like the pebbles you will also find your place here. »

Coraline looked down at her plate. She jumped up. "Do you often drink chouchen?" she asked him with a broad smile and victoriously brandishing the amber bottle with golden reflections. It was the first time she had tutted him. She stopped and silently and anxiously watched her host's reaction.

"No, but the one made the old way has a particularity, the honey was centrifuged by hand. Now it's mechanical, suddenly, there was still stinger in the honey, tourists fell backwards by drinking, because of the effect of honey on the brain, forgiveness stinger. I am immune. Is this your first time? ».

"Yes. Don't make fun of me. Coraline says, pouring two worms to the brim and handing it to her.

The level of the bottle was dropping dangerously. Burning tears rushed down Coraline's cheeks and exploded like bombs on the varnished wooden table.

"I have in front of me, a life that I dare not live and appreciate. In my novels, as in my life, certain silences replace my words, my desires and my feelings. Even in writing, I cannot express all the torrents that fill me and end up drowning me from the inside. I need to free myself from the prison I have built around my heart and my feelings. Coraline said in a breath interspersed with startles.

Yannick emptied his glass in one go, got up by overturning his chair, walked over to Coraline and took her in his arms, gently rubbing her head. At first, as if electrified by this unexpected contact, Coraline struggled, but he tightened his embrace. After a few seconds, this warmth and sweetness reassured the young woman who molded herself against this body that she discovered slender and muscular behind her suit. Her smell warmed her heart.

When Yannick released Coraline whom he discovered asleep like a child with a face so peaceful that he did not know her.

He raised the sleeping beauty in the air and gently put her on the bed. One of Coraline's strands of hair had wandered over her shoulder. With his expert fingers, Yannick captured the naughty girl and twisted her to finally put her in her place. Then he caressed her cheek and placed a kiss on her forehead before disappearing silently into the darkness that the night had deposited over this country of a thousand wonderful legends.