Paradise Induction Chapter 5 – Extract 25

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He recognised the man at the booth, who’s face looked stern, as if he hadn’t expected to see Chris again so soon.

“Hey, I got that approval,” said Chris handing over the documents.

The man glared at the documents. He disappeared underneath his desk and returned with Chris’ passport, adding his own immigration stamp to the documents. He didn’t say anything.

“Thanks,” said Chris. 

“Yeah.”

Chris stepped out of the airport. The heat hit him again and the idea of waiting to hitch a ride disgusted him.

He flagged a taxi driver—an islander with a thick head of white hair contrasting his dark skin—standing up eating from a polystyrene box. The driver moved slow, putting the plastic fork back in the box, shutting it, and waving Chris over to his minibus, out of the few lined up.

He pointed to the side door. Chris opened it and jumped in. Before he knew it, the man was driving them out of the airport.

“Where to?” he said.

“Street Village,” said Chris.

“That’s gonna run you twenty-five.”

“Yeah—fine.”

The taxi driver’s face was miserable—pure vexation with something or someone. He didn’t speak the whole journey, which suited Chris as this journey was costing him considerable money he did not have.

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