The night was dark the street lamps flickered with every passing gust of wind. The tall towers on ether side of the bridge were gazing down on the street beyond. a cry rent the silent air. Something fell from the top of the tower. A small sound. Then a winged shadow crossed the moon.
The next day when john woke up there was a crowd of people huddled around something on the ground. He called out to his dad that he was going to look at something on the street. He walked toward the thing. It was not a treasure chest. instead it was a metal thing with golden curls on the front. There was a white thing on top. A man moved in front of him. Blocking the thing from Johns view.