I was really starting to regret talking to my high school bullies at our ten-year reunion. Also wishing I hadn't brought my wife. Or booked that convenient hotel room so close to the banquet hall.
She always loved horses. Magazines, posters, even movies and books about them. One afternoon while drooling over the giant horse packages displayed in the book, she got lost in it, not noticing the magic taking hold. As the book closed, she felt a jolt, a
