Wingless and Beautiful
I described the garden to him in detail, using the right adjectives to make the picture in his head as vivid as possible.
“Can you look up, Allison?” he asked.
I did as he asked and saw the breathtaking view of the sky.
“There’s a crescent moon surrounded by millions of stars twinkling above us and…” I stopped short, when I saw a string of light flash across the sky. It disappeared in a few seconds, but I knew I didn’t imagine it. I was about to say something, when another flash came across… followed by another.
“Make a wish, Allison,” Hunter said. That told me that he already knew what I was seeing.