Here is one short story on memories:
I feel good to come out and walk of a silent road; take my dog to a walk and hang out somewhere alone. Whenever i get time I usually do these stuffs.
It was Saturday. I was on my way home, a girl from another side of the road was out with her dog for a walk, I would n't have noticed her if she wasn't tall enough. She was a tall, pretty girl with flawless skin and her smile