It was a normal day when I sent my husband this picture, showing me with our neighbor’s horse. I didn’t think much of it.
This massive black horse had become my favorite animal. His name was Thunder, and he was gentle although he was so big.
But when my husband saw this picture, everything paused. He zoomed in, scanned the image over and over again, and then his text came in angry and unexpected.
“I want a divorce.”
Firsly, I thought it was a joke. But then, he called. The tone in his voice was palpable.
“How long has this been going on?” he demanded.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about?” I was confused.
“The shadow,” he spat out. “The shadow on your back, don’t lie to me.”
I just found it what he had seen. The shadow of Thunder’s head and neck had cast a long, dark figure on my back, one that looked disturbingly like the silhouette of a man standing behind me, hands around my waist. This is crazy!!!!
At that time, I understood what he thought. To him, I wasn’t alone and I had a date with a man. And no amount of explaining that it was just the horse’s shadow could convince him otherwise.
The picture had played a cruel trick on him, and his trust was disappeared.
