Interlude: Sunset and the Scent of a Paper Bag
It was a strange twilight, as if the after-school chime had echoed from the far reaches of memory. The orange…
It was a strange twilight, as if the after-school chime had echoed from the far reaches of memory. The orange…
“……Hey, we are definitely going with this.” ……Or so she had declared at the end of a school day last…
“…Look, I’m absolutely sticking to this.” The science prep room was bathed in the dying orange glow of the afternoon…