Midsummer Night's Tryst

A friend. It was all she wanted. A special friend. One person in all the world to walk and talk with, share confidences, someone who would look at her tenderly, reach fleetingly for her hand, a slight grazing of fingers against the pulse point in the wrist, the sudden upwelling of breast.

In the heart of shy governess Edith burns a secret desire. Longing for one special friend, a woman who will look at her and see someone worth loving, Edith prowls the gardens and woods in the evenings and spends her nights tossing and turning upon her narrow bed, tormented by needs that can never be spoken of, and never hoped to be fulfilled.

Until a chance encounter one fine, summer evening brings with the dusk a magic better than she'd ever dreamed of.