The youngest member of the family
It’s Sunday afternoon. The living room smells of home cooking and the same old sofa
It’s Sunday afternoon. The living room smells of home cooking and the same old sofa
It was the sixth grade classroom. The lights were cold and it smelled of fresh chalk.
It was Monday and the day was gray. The hallway smelled of wet clothes and posters were falling off the walls
It was a training afternoon. The locker room smelled of shampoo and freshly used sneakers.
In this story we will call the main characters “apples and pears”. It was midday in the courtyard.
It was late at the center. The bathrooms were cold, with white light and that strong smell of bleach.
It was class change in the high school hallway. There was nervous laughter and lockers banging.
It was the last term in high school. In the corridors, there was not only the sound of footsteps, but also rumors coming through cell phones
It was a very hot afternoon. The bus shelter was vibrating every time a truck passed by and everyone was impatiently waiting for the bus.
It was late summer and the hostel smelled of wet pine and freshly uncovered marker pen. Two youth groups were sharing the dining room