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eBook Category: Science Fiction Nebula Award(R) Nominee
eBook Description: Welcome to Enysbourg, a tourist paradise brimming with fun, romance, and adventure: the best place to escape the tedium of the modern world. Nowhere on Earth is more blessed, or more wonderful. You'll want to live there. But only nine days out of every ten.... [WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence and sexuality which might be offensive to some.]

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Imaginings, ed. Keith DeCandido, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004

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Words: 10352
Reading time: 29-41 min.
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"I was reminded, very forcefully, of a masterpiece of literature in my native tongue: Het smaran by Flemish author Hugo Raes ... Het smaran is considered a masterpiece in the Dutch language, it won Belgium's national price for literature in 1973. I personally consider 'Of a Sweet, Slow Dance in the Wake of Temporary Dogs' to be of the same caliber."--Jetse De Vries, The Fix

Before

On the last night before the end of everything, the stars shine like a fortune in jewels, enriching all who walk the quaint cobblestoned streets of Enysbourg. It is a celebration night, like most nights in the capitol city. The courtyard below my balcony is alive with light and music. Young people drink and laugh and dance. Gypsies in silk finery play bouncy tunes on harmonicas and mandolins. Many wave at me, shouting invitations to join them. One muscular young man with impossibly long legs and a face equipped with a permanent grin takes it upon himself to sprint the length of the courtyard only to somersault over the glittering fountain at its center. For a heartbeat out of time he seems to float, enchanted, over the water. Then I join his friends in applause as he belly-flops, drenching himself and the long-haired girls wading at the fountain's other rim. The girls are not upset but delighted. Their giggles tinkle like wind chimes as they splash across the fountain themselves, flinging curtains of silver water as their shiny black hair bobs back and forth in the night.