Love Story: In The Cloud

by Ken Renshaw

  We decided to start our togetherness at my place. Tomorrow was a legal holiday, my office was closed, and I didn't want to go there anyway. We stopped at Tina's, picked up a few things, and then went to a market. Tina said she wanted to cook a really fine dinner. I, feeling very domestic, was comfortable with the idea. Somehow, all of a sudden, I felt as though we were a pair. I thought to myself as we climbed the stairs to my apartment, 'Look at me, carrying bags of groceries full of real food into my apartment, walking behind someone else who lives here.'

  Tina cooked a marvelous dinner. We ate by candlelight to the sound of romantic music, my contribution. It was a marvelous evening. I fell into the lavender.