Not without respect
It’s the first weeks of school. Everything smells like new books and wet sweatshirts. Matthew enters the school in clean
Trash in my backpack
Late morning. The classroom smells of marker and lunchboxes, and the light slants in over the desks. As you sit down
It smells good
Friday afternoon class. The building is breathing slowly and the sun is bending through the glass. In the second module, Alexandra
One course ahead
It’s the change of classes between 7th and 8th grade. The hallway sounds like a tunnel: lockers close loudly, folders open and
The greeting that hurts
It’s the first day of school. The hallway smells of book covers and new rubber
Two against the mirror
It was recess in elementary school. The playground smelled of hot rubber and tangerines. The sun made the swings sparkle, and in the bathroom window the
Playgrounds in singular
It was a gray afternoon downtown. In the direction, the light from the tubes made long shadows on open folders. The hallway smelled of rain and freshly used pens
Apples and Pears
In this story we will call the main characters “apples and pears”. It was midday in the courtyard.