Bittersweet — Suzanne Clausse

The dancers whirled in mounting frenzy. Serena's heart pounded as the insistent drumbeat of a primitive ritual filled the air. She had come to this remote South American village in a desperate attempt to find her brother. She had to make sure he was still alive... Fascinated, she stared at the dancing villagers. Sun speared off the shiny painted surfaces of their grotesque masks as they twirled in the blistering heat. Suddenly she saw a familiar face among the throng. Could it be...? She pushed her way through the human barricade crushing and squeezing against her. She had to get to him...