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.
‘Yeh, but why is it on your list? Rubbish as art? It’s weird.’
‘Forgotten things can become special in the right hands.’
‘You don’t need a tower of junk to tell you you’re special. Is that what this trip is about?’
Layla sighed. The car was too warm. She hadn’t achieved half of what she wanted to, and now she was rotting away from the inside. Cells mutated. Tom was going to take it bad. She hoped he could find some beauty in the world when she was gone.
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The Cathedral of Junk is in the backyard of Vince Hannemann in Austin, Texas. He built it because he liked it and it has become a tourist attraction. Find out more about the Cathedral of Junk here.