it’s gotta be a femur, right? yeah. it’s gotta be a wild boar, right? yeah. it’s been here for a long time, right? yeah. it smells bad, doesn’t it? yeah. should we take it home? yeah. mom will want to take a photo, right? yeah. this was the conversation between my husband and my newly taciturn 13 year old son, when they found this bone on the bed of a trout stream in the upper reaches of the orb valley in the languedoc. testosterone is a powerful drug. and my formerly sweet and eloquent and affectionate son is currently experiencing a surge of muscle building and one-word answers.
sun bleached and gnawed bone