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    Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH
    Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH
    Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH
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    Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH

    By Gwen Sund

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    Hazel Hassenfeffer is faced with a dilemma. The dilemma of her own death. Follow her journey through the afterlife as she tries to deal with her past, her loved ones, the society that raised her, and the terrible novel she wrote.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGwen Sund
    Release dateJun 17, 2011
    ISBN9781458038821
    Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH
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    Gwen Sund

    I'm a part time author, part time illustrator, part time photographer, and full time reader. I hope people enjoy my stories!

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      Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH - Gwen Sund

      Interpretive Dance at 65 MPH

      Written by

      Gwen Sund

      Smashwords Fourth Edition

      Copyright 2011, Gwen Sund

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      Thank you for downloading this free ebook. You are welcome to share it with your friends. This book may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoyed this book, please return to Smashwords.com to discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support.

      This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents are purely a product of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to actual persons - living or dead - places or events are coincidental.

      Chapter 1

      Hazel shifted uncomfortably on the crowded pew. Thoughtless judgmental eyes sized her up from behind red hat brims. Whispers rippled from curious ear to curious ear. She knew she stuck out. A pastel yellow headscarf in a sea of elaborate red hats, she might as well have held up a hand written sign declaring, Yes there is a Muslim in your midst. She at least felt safe that no one could see how brightly her ears burned at the unwanted attention. Surely something would draw away their attention. Where was the priest? When would there be a hymn? Allah please take their attention, because I don't want it, she silently prayed. The attention was a creeping presence, a slow suffocating desire to chase her out. The pressure was so intense that she didn't even take notice of the warm hand that tenderly touched her shoulder. I love your scarf. Hazel tensed up. So many muscles she didn't even know she had suddenly went painfully taut. Was the comment a very sly kind of sarcasm? The hand stayed firm, so Hazel decided that her options were limited. Surely she had to do something. Slowly she turn to face the kindly woman that the hand was attached to. An awkward pause built up between them as Hazel sized up her smile. Did it have a hint of an evil intent? No, it seemed genuine. Shakingly Hazel whispered back, Thank you. As quiet as she tried to say it Hazel could feel her words bounce off the cold brick walls. Each reverberation sending a new trickle of sweat down her face.

      The color is quite lovely. It must be nice for keeping out the cold, the kindly woman chuckled while pulling her knitted gray shawl closer to herself. You know what they say about the weather out here. You don't like it, just wait ten minutes, she quietly smiled into Hazel's eyes hoping to connect with her.

      But Hazel had other things to pay attention to. At first she thought she might be crazy. Surely some one else in the room saw what she saw. She quickly glanced to the right, then the left. All eyes were secretly on her, the jelly bean in the pack of M&Ms. How could it be that no one else saw this? How was it that the aged man made it half way down the aisle before she even took note of him? Steadily he moved down the straight path. Clank shuffle shuffle the three legged man progressed.

      I'm sorry dear, but you don't need to worry about them. It's just what all us curious old gals do. Youth is captivating and all that you know, a little uncomfortable the kindly lady smiled again hoping that Hazel wouldn't shun her. This time to her relief and surprise Hazel did respond, of sorts. Never breaking her gaze from the the elderly man she simply, slowly in beat with his movements, shook her head and mindlessly pointed in his direction. Both women silently watched the aged priest take each step. The rhythm to his movements were deliberate, meditative. After a couple of minutes Hazel could feel his steps matching her own heartbeat. Clank shuffle shuffle. As she slipped into the rhythm the surroundings began to blur. The sea of red hats, the whispers, the footsteps. They steadily became their own ocean, and the man in white walking on it.

      Each step he took on that beating sea of red another trace of age fell away. First his posture straightened, then his hair grew thick and dark, slowly his vestments became a familiar jacket and scarf. Hazel knew the new man trekking across the water before becoming aware of it. His name hidden deep within her heart. Sheltered away for so long in the hopes of keeping it safe. In that place, in that moment, it snuck softly between her lips. Reza, she sighed. The young man half turned and smiled at her. The waves between them sharply snapped still for a single heart beat as she longed for that smile that haunted so many days and nights. She frantically tried to close the distance only to find that the moment she moved the ocean once again opened up.

      Try as she might to keep her head above the water she couldn't. He was free to walk, she was doomed to sink. Slowly she descended, weighted down by the darkness in her heart.

      As her vision began to blur into a deep crimson she awoke to a sharp pain in her shin. With the sharp start her first instinct was to lightly place a hand over her lips terrified that she might have been drooling. Reza always used to make fun of her for that odd habit. His little space cadet he would say. No, she thought to herself, I can't start remembering. I can't bring him back in a place like this. With that she took a deep measured breath and locked his name safely in the treasure chest hidden far back behind the book cases, rocking

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