A Dream Across Time
Chapter One
St. Lucia, West Indies 1980
At the airport's entrance magenta bougainvillea and yellow
hibiscus rioted on the median strip, drenched in tropical
sunshine. Jamie Elliott's green eyes widened in response to the
lush foliage and pulsing colors. She smelled ocean, the salty
tang overlaid with the diesel exhaust of tourist laden taxis
careening away from the airport. She felt exhilarated.
"Oh, Paul. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Chaotic's more like it."
"Strange ... it feels oddly familiar." The scene before her
shimmered, turned dark around the edges.
"Don't go spacey on me now, Jamie," he said.
Paul caught the eye of one of the taxi drivers. "Omega," he
called out. "We're waiting for a driver from Omega."
"Oh, sure, that be Emmanuel, then. He over there limin' wit'
Portia." The driver waved to a small, dark skinned man in the
corner. "'Manuel, these people waitin' on you." The first driver
smiled, then moved on to the next group.
A young man hurried toward them. "Welcome to St. Lucia. I
be Emmanuel." He g ... read full excerpt from A Dream Across Time ebook
