100 Word Challenge Week #34

            There was a bridge in our village. Villagers thought that bridge was magical. It was huge and was covered with red paint. Stars sprinkled on the bridge in the night-time and sun shined in the daytime. There was a daffodil growing on the platform. Civilians thought the flowers were precious, because it was pink and shinny al the time. However, the bridge and the flower were removed due to renovation and construction. Companies just removed them and other plants as if they were nothing. Since then, stars didn’t shower and the sun didn’t shine. The town was abandoned.