100 Word Challenge#34

There once was a bridge that people crossed all day and night. Everyone loved this bridge for its’ beauty, from the astonishing pink bricks it was made of. Or because of the many flowers it was sprinkled in. Like roses or tulips. But there was a flower that grew at the top of the bridge, a single daffodil that people were always trying to pick. Why? Because there was a legend that it could grant eternal life. Even huge giants tried to get it, but Only a lonely traveler was successful. I should know because I am that lonely traveler.