She was the younger of the two yet was without a doubt the special one. Her perceptions were almost extra-sensory...older than her youthful years, she walked amongst the world of adults in a slim body. She was searching for something different, set aside from the rest of the monochrome, relentless distractions.
She wanted antiques, and to be near things that had age and oozed experience. She wandered into the evening, pursued by hungry males. She would look after herself perfectly. I looked on, seeing the rabble congregate and follow on.
I would be going my own way; strangely too beguiled by this youth. It was a crossing; no further function between us. In this vague realm we take what we can remember - and do what we have the will to undertake.