PeachesMalone

It was Suzannah who first noticed the two figures standing on the doorstep of the house numbered 37, for Adelaide had been too interested in their conversation about jam. “Who are they?” she whispered into Adelaide's ear.

The air continued to grow warmer as the summer continued to set in. In the earliest days of June, four girls could be seen walking down the Whitby cliff stairs after school, when the sun grinned down on their shining faces.

July 1914

“Adelaide, look,” said Edwin, his eyes darting around the edges of the crowd. “There are men coming in.”
“What?”
“They...don’t look friendly.”
“Well, what can they do?”
“Quite a lot, actually, we should probably go.”

“Fix bayonets!” The shout echoed through the infantry up and down the line, mixing with the clatter of Lee Enfield rifles in shaking hands.

Big, wet, end-of-March snowflakes muffle the sounds of the already-silent town.
38 (or more) signs paper the windows of the stores on Main Street.
Closed until further notice
So sorry
See you soon