Chapter 52: Arrow
It came to pass that Cupid broke with tradition and made himself known to his mark. Even though Cupid’s arrow was on target, this Jack remained seated on an I-Drive bench, staring at the woman — or in vogue vernacular: male gazing. “Why do you not go to her and compliment her?” he asked. “I know you want to and my arrow’s desire is irresistible.” Jack muttered something about Harvey something or other and weakly said, “I’m afraid of offending her.” Disgusted, Cupid planted his chubby feet on Jack’s chest for leverage and plucked his arrow free, then took flight.
Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.
A note about this chapter. Several weeks ago I submitted a 13-word love story to the New York Times. I learned today that of the 10,000 submissions they received, mine wasn’t chosen. Bummer, but tough are tough odds. Even when I submitted my story to them I was itching to expand it to a Storied Orlando. For posterity sake, here is that 13-word love story:
He didn’t compliment her dress for fear of offense. Love denied in caution.