The Tryst
The Tryst Part 1. Dressing Up I was walking in a daze as I crossed the road towards the apartment that I had arranged to be available to us, all those weeks ago. I looked at Rosie as she walked alongside me and smiled. The large bag that she was carrying looked heavy, as was mine, but neither of us cared. It wasn't far to go and we both had an energy borne out of waiting with eager anticipation for these last two months and knowing that very soon our plans would be completed. A...