THE IMPRINT OF THE DAY'S EVENT

As time seemed to slow to a crawl, William, with a heart heavy with longing, lowered his head towards Dahlia's. She, in turn, closed her eyes in sweet anticipation of the kiss that was about to envelop them in a world of their own making. Their lips, only an inch away, were on the verge of a meeting that held the promise of unraveling their desires, when suddenly, the cry of a child pierced the air, shattering the fragile cocoon of their moment.

The sound, so incongruous with the burning desires that had enveloped them, echoed across the quiet bridge, breaking the spell that had bound them together. Dahlia's eyes flew open, a frown etching itself on her face as she cursed at the unexpected intrusion that had shattered their intimate moment.