Writing a short story : webisode 2.

It was on a dark and rainy day. The river Thames could hardly be seen; it was covered by fog. We couldn’t see what was around us but something had happened.
The tower of London was closed and the beefeaters were whispering something to each other.
The ravens had disappeared…..

Suddenly they heard the sound of a little girl singing, « the London Bridge is falling down ». She was nowhere to be seen but her voice drifted through the fog.
All of a sudden a scream broke through the mist and the mad cackling of the ravens could be heard.

There was a flash of light and the figure of the little girl clad in a long white dress stood out against the fog. Her face was as white as her garment but she was astoundingly beautiful. Her long curly red hair fell down on her frail shoulders on which a raven suddenly landed. There was another flash of light, and the little girl gazed out of the White Tower with a sneaky grin.
Above the White tower, the ravens were gathering in the sky to make up the shape of a skull. The beefeaters… looked up anxiously.

As she stared at the tower the little girl saw a man with a beard and a scar above his left eye.
He walked towards the tower holding a rusty key. Slowly he began to turn the key in the lock. As the door opened there was a strange sound. Suddenly the door was flung open and the girl was able to see….