Clodagh lay on the soft grass looking up at the decorative webbing that formed a roof between the trees. It was such a good idea of Noal’s to have a New Year’s Eve party here. Her idea for fancy dress was even better. It had been epic.
She turned to look at the mysterious angel laying next to her. He wasn’t from her school. His wings were magnificent. How did he make them?
When he kissed her at midnight she’d soared.
His bright eyes opened, his wings fluttered and wrapped around her, pulling her close.