Once upon a time, there were people in this town. There were candy shops and kids looking inside from the windows. There were cafés with couples sharing a coffee, chatting and smiling about their little secrets. Cars were passing on the roads carrying families around. There was the barber shop with the man in the grey suit entering for his weekly haircut. The flower shop where the old lady with the violet hair used to buy white roses for his dead husband. And there was the school, with all the mums leaving their kids at the gate. And the kids run inside smiling, cheering their friends and carrying backpacks too heavy on their young shoulders.
One Apple A Day #96
One Apple A Day #96
One Apple A Day #96
Once upon a time, there were people in this town. There were candy shops and kids looking inside from the windows. There were cafés with couples sharing a coffee, chatting and smiling about their little secrets. Cars were passing on the roads carrying families around. There was the barber shop with the man in the grey suit entering for his weekly haircut. The flower shop where the old lady with the violet hair used to buy white roses for his dead husband. And there was the school, with all the mums leaving their kids at the gate. And the kids run inside smiling, cheering their friends and carrying backpacks too heavy on their young shoulders.