There was just something so dramatic about the canvas photograph the made her stop and stare. She was late for a meeting all ready and the busy lunch time streets were making her made dash harder, but some reason she was now catching her breath in front of a small shop window.
She took in the photos details as the city moved around her. The two horses were locked in a battle on a beach. Their coats splattered with water and sand, though they didn’t seem to have noticed. There was something captivating about the black and white photo. It held a majestic beauty over her.
She went and brought it straight away. Adding for them to hold it for her till she could make it back. Then she hurried onto the street once more and bolted to her meeting.
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