The weekend niece. from the book, Searching for treasures

     He was dressed in a silver suit that also played with the intense illumination from the spotlights. A large, dark-blue cape hung to his powerful shoulders. It was densely spotted with brilliant flakes, blazing as if they were a multitude of points on-fire. The silence abruptly became total, surrounding all the people in the most absolute manner. It would appear that time had finally stood still. Oscar’s gaze, as well as everyone else attending that night, was transfixed as if held against their collective will. Motionless, they followed Odin’s paused movements, who in slow motion removed his huge cape and carelessly let it fall, plummeting from the heights of the mammoth canon where he stood entirely at ease in without a care in the world.

     He raised both hands, majestically greeting the audience below, as a tremendous uproar surged from the crowd, upwelling from each of the throats of that night’s unforgettable gathering. When he lowered his arms, the utterly riveting silence descended once more encompassing all.

     There was no doubt that they would witness Odin challenging death and laying his life on the line on that exciting night. Slowly, he proceeded to introduce himself into the gaping mouth of the gigantic cannon. In the quiet of the moment, a drum began to roll, ticking off the seconds. Unexpectedly, the drum turned into an unremitting roll that ponderously picked up the volume, roaring defiantly in that complete silence.

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