Jack was tired but he had made it. He "hit the wall" after 18 miles or so but now the finish was in sight, a view as enticing as water in a desert.
His wife was shouting encouragement and was so proud about how much he had raised for charity.
"You're emotional. How sweet," she said and hugged him as if she would never let go.
A few metres behind the "loving couple" his mistress waved but there was poison in her eyes.
"No amount of running can purge me from this guilt," Jack said to himself.
His wife was shouting encouragement and was so proud about how much he had raised for charity.
"You're emotional. How sweet," she said and hugged him as if she would never let go.
A few metres behind the "loving couple" his mistress waved but there was poison in her eyes.
"No amount of running can purge me from this guilt," Jack said to himself.
