Stormy Mountain, The Secretary's Scratched Finger

On the night of the harvest moon, my wife asked me to meet her at the mountain peak. She told me she had a surprise waiting for me.

I waited until the storm broke and the mud started to slide. I tumbled down the steep slope, but she never showed up.

By the time a hiker found me and I was rushed down the mountain, I saw a post from her male secretary. "Hurt my hand, but luckily my boss is here to save the day."

The photo showed his bandaged finger and my wife tenderly feeding him soup in a hos