Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

We can fade here if you want :D Thanks for the thread!

He watches the guarded lines of Rosalyn's face melt and fold into a wistful smile. Sounds like a good lad. Meanwhile, he's thinking about childhood and childishness and the lack thereof. He thinks that there's nearly nothing sadder than a kid whose chance at innocence has been ripped away from them. It leaves a crater, a pockmark, a dark room where a chiffoneur has been standing for decades but now is gone, leaving the imprints of pad feet behind on the floor.

You know the poem -- for sale: baby shoes, never worn. 

She sure can hope, he says, dragging out the u in a slack embouchure, before turning to add, I'll do my best.