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HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS:
Use the above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
Alternatively, if you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.
You have 1 week to complete this challenge.
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“Mm, I’m so glad we found this place,” said Angela, leaning against a wall of the restaurant’s parking lot, relishing her fourth taco just like the first one. “This has got to be the best first mission treat yet!”
“Yeah, but you better hurry up—we need to get to Terminal 7 in time,” said her sister and guide, Gabbie, who was peering at her watch in the fading daylight. “You know we can’t be late, right?”
“I know, I know…”
The Sun had completely disappeared below the horizon and a few diamond-like lights began twinkling in the dark sky when their ride finally arrived.
“To The Starry Night Café, please,” Gabbie told the driver as she climbed into the back seat of the car with her bag.
“Ooh, are we getting dessert?” asked her younger sister, dusting the last crumbs off her hands, eyes shining with excitement.
“No, silly,” she replied exasperatedly before reducing her voice to a whisper, “it’s where Terminal 7 is.”
“Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot.”
Fifteen minutes later, they found themselves in front of an outdoor café decorated with strings of white lights. Gabbie caught hold of Angela’s arm before she could drift off elsewhere and led her away from the main dining space, towards a secluded garden area. She stopped right under a pair of windchimes, where a large stone basin sat with perfectly still water in it.
“The portal will soon be open,” Gabbie whispered, checking her watch once more. She turned to Angela. “Mission notes?”
“Check.” She pulled out a gilded notebook from her bag.
“Robes?”
“Check.”
“Wings?”
“Che—wait…”
Gabbie froze just as she pinned her Senior Guardian Angel badge onto her white Heavenly Robes. “What?”
“I-I—” Angela rummaged furiously in her bag before looking up in ultra-slow motion. “I think I left my wings at the taco place.”
The Confictionery 