Waves crested and fell beneath the starry sky, washing up over the sandy beach in a thin white foam. Teenagers gathered in the sand, many in nothing more than swimwear, and most carrying some form of alcohol.
From her perch on the wooden patio, Elora watched them with half-hearted interest. A young man in swim trunks and an open shirt led a bikini-clad girl off into the darkness. What she wouldn"t give to have the last twenty years back, to relive them here, on this backward little planet.
A slim woman in a red sundress, Elora felt the wind tease her bob of dirty blonde hair. Her skin had been bronzed by the sun, but she would still be considered pale here in the Dominican. “If wishes were ships,” she said, nodding to herself, “every last one of us would sail the stars.”
She turned away
