lori-chan05

The sky was getting dark, but the city was now lighted by the lights coming from houses and buildings. The night was quiet, the roads empty: only a few people were out there for a nice, peaceful walk. James Nothely, a young man of 26 years, was walking on the big bridge that was passing by the center of the city. Under the bridge was a beautiful blue lake that stretched out for miles. It was a very peaceful night, but these days in the city wasn’t in the best of shape. James bought a newspaper in one of the shops on the bridge. They were always open, and each evening James was there to read the news. But lately, they always the same: "