I emailed my hubby this photo of myself with our neighbor’s horse on a typical day. I didn’t give it much thought.
After assisting at the stables for some time, this enormous black horse had grown to be my favorite. Despite his size, he was compassionate, and his name was Thunder.
However, everything changed when my spouse viewed this photo. He zoomed in, repeatedly studied the picture, and suddenly his writing appeared, unexpected and icy.
“I’d like a divorce.” I first believed it to be a joke. Then he phoned, however. You could hear the rage in his voice. He insisted, “How long has this been going on?”
“Hold on, what? What are you discussing? I couldn’t understand. He spit out, “The shadow.” “Don’t lie to me, the shadow on your back.” Only then did I understand what he had seen.
On my back, the shadow of Thunder’s head and neck had created a long, black figure that uncannily resembled the outline of a guy with his hands around my waist standing behind me.
