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Author Beth Frandsen
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Great to be here Janet. Thanks so much for having me. You'll find below a synopsis and an excerpt from my book, Seasons of Change...enjoy!
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Seasons of Change
Synopsis
What would you do if you
found yourself in a small town in the middle of nowhere with no memory of who
you are, just your first name? Who would you turn to for help? How would you
find the answers to uncover who you are? This has happened to Peter. He finds
himself in the small town of Miles Iowa
Excerpt
Peter woke suddenly from the nightmare.
He couldn’t be sure what woke him, a noise maybe, or perhaps it was the dream
itself. Disoriented, he looked around as he tried to get his bearings, and
clear his mind. He was on a bus.
How’d I get here? He wondered. Maybe he
just needed a minute to remember. He was still groggy. The bus was practically
empty. The few people he could see were scattered about the seats. He felt someone
watching him. He turned and saw a young man sitting there. They locked eyes for
a second. The Young Man smiled. Peter turned back to the front. An older lady,
in the seat across from him, caught his eye as he shifted in his seat. Her
graying hair was drawn back into a tight bun on the back of her head. The
wrinkles lining her milky white face deepened as she smiled at him. There was
kindness and understanding in her pale blue eyes. She looked frail, as if she
would crumble if she were touched. But beneath that frail exterior, Peter
sensed a very strong woman. As he stared at her, a faint memory flashed in his
mind. He reached out to grab at the memory, but it disappeared. His mind was a
jumble. He smiled weakly at her then gazed out the window.
It was dark out. The moon was hung high
in the sky surrounded by brilliant stars. Despite the brightness of the moon
and stars, he couldn’t see much; just corn fields lining the highway and the
occasional farm house off in the distance. He tried to focus on remembering
anything about himself, but the more he tried to focus on it, the further away
the memories seemed to get. All he could remember was his first name.
The seconds ticked by and soon became
minutes. He still couldn’t remember how he had gotten on the bus. His heart
started to beat faster as he tried to recall. He was getting anxious. Why can’t
I remember? What’s happening to me?
He noticed the older woman looking at
him, again. A look of concern was apparent in her eyes. Did she know something?
He became more anxious as he searched
his memory for any sign of who he was. Just his name - Peter. He stood suddenly
and quickly paced the aisle. Why couldn’t he remember anything? What was
happening?
“Sir, you need to sit down,” the bus
driver said.
Peter didn’t hear him. He didn’t notice
the driver staring in the rearview mirror, making sure he didn’t do anything
rash. He didn’t notice the few people nervously watching him as he paced.
“Are you all right?” the older woman
asked.
Peter didn’t hear the question. He just
kept pacing up and down trying to remember. He turned again and headed toward
the back of the bus. Still sitting in the last row was the Young Man. For some
reason, calmness settled over Peter as he approached him. Peter sat waiting for
the Young Man to say something, anything to him.
“Do you know me?” Peter finally asked
him.
The Young Man nodded.
“Who am I?” Peter asked.
The Young Man just smiled.
“Please, who am I?” Peter begged. “We
have met before, haven’t we?”
Again, the Young Man didn’t respond,
then before Peter knew it, the Young Man disappeared.
“What the -?” Peter was speechless. He
waved his hand in the spot where the Young Man had been moments earlier. Had
the Young Man even been there? Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
There had to be some explanation as to
what was going on. He forced himself to think rationally. In the midst of his
panic, Peter had neglected to look for any identification, something to help
jog his memory. Going back to his seat, Peter looked around on the floor,
searching for anything he might have brought on with him.
Nothing.
He looked in the racks above for a
suitcase or bag. When he again found nothing, he searched his pockets for a
wallet or even just a piece of paper. Nothing but a few dollars.
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