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Challenge - 'Reflection'This job was only supposed to be temporary, but she had been here three years already. At first she used to go home and spend her evenings painting in her little attic flat, working long into the night, creating wonderful things. But as time passed, one day seemed to blur into the next. She lost the inspiration to paint; the tedium of her day job seemed to suck all the energy from her.It was tedious work. Any school drop-out could have done it. And it was ultimately pointless. The data entered would serve no greater use to science or culture. It would just tell rich greedy corporations how best to market their next product and make them richer and greedier still.She had spent years at college, worked hard, got good grades, and for what? This wasn't what she had dreamed of; this wasn't where she was supposed to be. Sam looked across at Riita on the desk opposite. Riita glanced up from her typing and smiled at her. But it was a sad smile, one of sympathy. Riita was in her forties, she
Challenge - 'Imagination'How long had I been sitting there, staring out into the garden. The fresh green light flooded the room filling me with anticipation. It was still early. I felt restlessness flood over me like sunlight breaking from behind the clouds. I wanted to go, I needed to go.I stood and shrugged on my coat. I felt in the pockets, a handkerchief, the crumbled remains of some dry leaves I had forgotten about, my wallet, a handful of mint humbugs, nothing more. I stepped out of the French windows into the enveloping green of the garden, and didn't look back.A train rushed through the station, metallic thunder of iron on iron filled the building. A blast of cold wind jolted my senses. I had a ticket in my hand, I didn't remember buying. It didn't matter; it would take me away from here. Ever further away.The platform was gloomy and barren apart from a young couple, standing by a pile of cases, and a porter, hunched into his collar, trying to avoid a chill. Even before my train pulled in, every sec