Holiday Of A Lifetime
Part 1 - Seahouses Bay
- Cover
- 1 - Dysfunctionality
- 2 - Rude Awakening
- 3 - Financial Wrongs
- 4 - Ticket to Where?
- 5 - Smooching with Woo-Who?
- 6 - Passports Please
- 7 - New Arrivals
- 8 - Xavier
Part 2 - Isla del Granita
- 9 - Work It, Own It
- 10 - Strange Stirrings
- 11 - Retail Therapy
- 12 - Dinner for One
- 13 - Xavier
- 14 - Skinny Dipping
- 15 - Xavier
- 16 - Culture and Cuisine
- 17 - Xavier
- 18 - Biscotti Bliss
- 19 - Xavier
- 20 - Morning Sickness
- 21 - Smugglers' Bay
- 22 - Xavier
- 23 - It's Not the Fall ...
- 24 - Xavier
- 25 - Not That Kind of Girl
- 26 - Xavier
- 27 - Smugglers' Cove
- 28 - That Kind of Girl
- 29 - Demons
- 30 - Storm Clouds
Part 3 - Westhouses
Part 4 - Seahouses Reprise
- 33 - Home at Last
- 34 - Breakfast Plans
- 35 - Outstanding Bills
- 36 - Planning an Invasion
- 37 - Financial Rights
- 38 - New Beginnings
- 39 - Mile High
- 40 - Epilogue
Bonus - Melissa's Tale
31 - Angels
Analise's world was on fire; this must be hell she thought. She could taste thick acrid smoke. She tried to move, but was held fast by the palm fronds she'd crashed into and then landed under.
Ironic, as the tide came in, that the very thing that had saved her life was now going to kill her. Turning her head, searing pain stabbed above her eyes, she could see the remains of the hut were an inferno; the gas cylinder had exploded.
Her vision turned red; a ragged gash ran across her forehead. Her world went black as she lost consciousness again.
She rose up, and, accompanied by an eerie flapping sound, feeling as light as a feather, soared into the sky. Sapphire and gold sparkles exploded around her like fireworks; this must be heaven she thought. An unfocused, beatific face with deep-brown eyes swam into her vision; its lips moved but she heard nothing. Her arm stung; she descended into a dull, warm, ooze and slipped back into unconsciousness.
She was in a cocoon, surrounded by a thousand swarming bees. She couldn't move. She. Couldn't. Move!!! She tried to scream, but her parched throat and sun-cracked lips wouldn't permit sound to escape. An abomination in muted colours lumbered across her fuzzy line of sight. The scream escaped her throat, only to die in the rising ooze that engulfed her, before reaching her lips.
Analise struggled to the surface of the ooze; the light was blinding. Her mouth was parched, her tongue stuck to her palette, oddly her lips felt waxy smooth. She coughed, then gagged.
"You're awake then", said an alien voice, "I'll draw these, it'll help."
The light faded and Analise could make out the blurry outlines of curtains, a door, a person.
"Here, drink this", said a young female voice. Water touched her lips and she drank eagerly.
"Where am I?", she croaked.
"You're safe", said an authoritative male voice from the direction of the door, "that's all that matters for now. You need to rest and regain your strength. Then we'll talk."
A different ooze infused her, this one tasted pink.
30 - Storm Clouds