THE TRYST

A beam of moonlight shines through leaves and brings illumination to the clearing, flowing through leaves and branches to settle on the forest floor.
The smell of freshly upturned soil and slowly rotting leaves pervade the air. Soft birdcalls are made and heard. There’s a slight dampness in the rainforest air.

There’s a soft rustling.

A pretty young lady darts into the clearing and bends to check the forest floor in one fluid graceful motion. She mutters something softly to herself, checks her immediate surroundings. Then her eyes light up with recognition and she scampers off, there one moment, gone the next.

Not too far away she gets to a broad oak burnt halfway, after being struck by lightening. But its not the oak tree that holds her attention. No she’s fascinated by something else. Shadows part to reveal their secret, a young man pacing furiously under the moonlight. She stands there for a while, shyly twirling her hair around a finger. His pacing brings him in her direction. He freezes. And then his face breaks into a rapturous smile.

They run into each other’s hands. Its a long embrace. A very long one. They pull apart finally, still wrapped up in each other.  Freeing one hand, he holds her chin. Looks into her eyes. Slowly he smiles, and she responds in a similar fashion. Taking in a long whiff of her heady female scent, he leans forward and draws her into a soft, gentle kiss. All the sounds of the forest seem to blend into a static grey background. Nothing matters but these two and the words that fall from their lips.

“I have missed you. Temitope” He says.

“And I, have missed you.” She replies. “When will you come to see me?”

“When it is time, my love. But for now, be patient. Bear with me, it is only for a while.”

Somewhere in the forest, a voice calls out “Temi! Temi!!”

“You must go.”

“But I just got here! I’ve only had a minute or so with you. I want more!”

“For now, it would have to be enough.”

The two lovebirds reluctantly pull apart still burning with need. The third party comes to view with a knowing smile. The young man grabs his lover’s hands and whispers in her ears “Soon”

He gives her fingers a little squeeze and let’s her go. She smiles and walks away. Contented. For a time and half a time… A toad croaks loudly from somewhere in the damp forest floor.

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A beam of moonlight shines through leaves and brings illumination to the clearing, flowing through leaves and branches to the forest floor.
The smell of freshly upturned soil and slowly rotting leaves pervade the air. Soft birdcalls are made and heard. There's a slight dampness...

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