On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife said that I had always been the one to surprise her, so this year she had a surprise for me.
I waited all night on the mountaintop. The rain poured down, everyone else left, and she never showed up.
I opened my phone. My wife's childhood sweetheart had just posted on social media, with his location set to a resort hotel at the foot of the mountain.
“A brief separation makes the heart grow fonder. Dry tinder meets a raging flame.”
In the photo, they were nestled together on a bed strewn with rose petals, holding each other and clasping hands.
There was no wedding ring on her finger,
while her bare shoulder bore faint red marks and shallow bite marks.
My stomach turned with disgust. I commented below: “Filthy. You should all get rabies shots.”
