Pleine Lune

Many of the wounded warriors from WWII escaped from the horrors without physical injury. Their impairments remained unhealed in the debilitating aftermaths etched in the memories of sickening sights and unpleasant acts committed. Lars Andersen was one such survivor. This coincided with the loss of his wife stateside while he served overseas in Europe. Although neither remained very far away, with the revisitations occurring almost nightly in his tortured dreams. Now in 1960, Lars had the semblance of normal life assembled, at least during the daylight hours. Having inherited a sizable plot of marsh acreage in coastal Louisiana, he occupied the time building wooden boats, hunting ducks, fishing, and shrimping. How this came to him weaved throughout the text in his reflections of an upheaved family history. Much as with the rise and ebb of tide, Lars' existence remains hardly stable, encompassed by the benefits and deficits of both.But recently a woman had entered into the picture, along with the hearsay of a loup-garou appearing with every pleine lune.