A couple of weeks after the start of her new project at the City Planner, Elaina was losing
a bit of steam. No one in town was really approaching the potential for storm repairs and city
improvements and creating a balance between aesthetic and function. She missed the vigor
that people went about City Planning when she lived in New York, where people just felt the
need and energy to move quickly. Here in Pointe Place, there was none of that speed. As much
as she tried to tap into those sentimental small town feelings, it was tricky when she was trying
to get these projects off the ground.
Suddenly, from the window in her apartment living room where she sat hunched over her
laptop working on editing the proposal that her teammate Zach had sloppily put together and
needed to be submitted to the country as soon as possible, there was a sharp green light. It
flooded the entire room casting everything in an almost ethereal glow. Guessing that she
probably should pull herself away from her work and investigate since there was no way that
such a light was insignificant, she grabbed her jacket and wandered outside.
Once she got out on to the sidewalk she took a look around, everywhere she turned
things were popping up seemingly out of nowhere. When an unwieldy ice cream cart popped up
right in front of her path causing her to almost trip she decided to slow down and turn an ear to
the conversations around her. After listening in for a minute she realized that the objects
popping up were people’s wishes.
Elaina knew immediately exactly what she needed to wish for. The thing was it was a
little bit complicated, not like the simple ice cream cart that the kids seem to be demanding en
mass. Saying it out loud but under her breath, she raced back inside opened her laptop and
checked her email. Nonetheless, in her inbox 3 unopened messages laid the subject lines
reading “intern application”.
