St. Charles Bridge

Today, during church, I was brainstorming. I was listening to the speaker, definitely, but in the down time, I was thinking about a short story I need to write for my American Short Story class. My assignment?

Write a short story.

That's it. A little vague? Very.
Back to the brainstorming.
So, today I remembered one of the most crazy things. So crazy, in fact, that I think it may make a perfect short story.

A few years ago... (okay, many years ago), I was talking with a friend who had served a mission in Czech Republic. I'd traveled through Prague, and spent a few days in Prague, so I was telling him about my experience and sharing photos. He asked if I'd met the devil on St. Charles Bridge.