Fountain
In the middle of Town Square was a marble fountain. The water tricked down into the large marble base with a steady 'plinks'. Two white angels stood perched atop the grand fountain. The silver coins that were tossed in by eager children sparkled in the morning sunlight.
Sam leaned against the damp ledge and watch the water softly drip. She sighed happily. She had always loved this fountain. It was just so peaceful. Suddenly, a force against her back sent Sam tumbling into the clear water. She pushed her dark, wet locks of hair out of her eyes in time to see a red beret dart into the crowd.
Sam snarled. "TUCKER! YOU ARE SO DEAD!"