Valentine's Day. Pssh. It's nothing but a commercial holiday that corporate shills push upon couples in order to sell chocolates and diamonds, while simultaneously making the single feel even worse about being without their "Mr. or Miss Right." If I see another "He got it from [enter whatever store wants your money]" commercial, I'm liable to go mental on...
Her nails slide though her long red hair. Dreamlessly her eyes peer from under the locks.. Shewas somewhere else. Her movements were slow and controlled as she let her left leg slide off ofthe edge of the table as the other was curled to her chest. She was clad in his shirt and nothing else.. A half lit cigarette in her fingertips..He watched as it was broug...
Another lousy tip Linda thought as she scooped it off the table into her pocket. It was a very slow night at the restaurant. Tips like that were not going to pay the rent or keep her in college. She might have to drop out after the term, move home and stay with her mom to save up some money and return later. She was so close to graduating. There was only o...
I sat holding his hand, lost in our yesterdays. It was several days before Valentine's Day. He had come into my office, now I knew on a pretext, to question me about a new account. Before he left he had asked about me plans for Valentine's Day, my smile hid a sadness that once again the universally recognized day for lovers would find me alone. "Oh, I'll p...
This is a follow-up to Secret Cupid 1 and Secret Cupid 2; but while I definitely think you should go back and read those, this story actually works just as well without them. I'd been looking forward to dinner at Madison's apartment -- and our after-dinner activities. Lately things had gone rather, well, stale, but last night we'd gone out to dinner and whe...
The brochure did not mention the bed and breakfast would be decorated entirely in red and pink for the Valentine's Day weekend. There were twinkly lights around every window. Cupid decals all over the front door. They had put red cushions on every piece of outdoor furniture, candy and heart ornaments in all the evergreen trees near the front porch, and infla...
She wrapped her huge, bright-green puffer coat even more tightly round her slight frame, pulled the red, woolly bobble hat further down over her ears knowing, but not caring, how ridiculous it made her look, with her long, dark hair sticking out underneath like a scarecrow. Then she stamped her moon boots on the ice-covered path to try to restore some circul...
I laughed out loud at cupid. He slapped his hand over my mouth to silence me; he wasn't happy, I could tell by the way he growled at me to shut up before straightening his listing laurel wreath and rearranging his bow and arrows. His face was silvered, heavy with stage makeup, his body sheathed in an over-tight leotard, and a toga that left little to the ima...
My dearest Pete, Has it been twenty-six years? That seems so long. How many lifetimes ago? But I can see your face still today. The anger, the pain. I can hear you begging and pleading me not to go with him. To give us, a real chance. To run away with you back to Maine. We would take my son. You already loved him like your own. That I knew you cared for him...
Until recently, I wasn't particularly fond of St Patrick's Day, viewing it as merely an excuse for many of my co-workers to get drunk and make bad Irish jokes. I am proud of my heritage, my family having moved from Tyrone just a couple of generations ago. So in general, I think more respect should be given and less drinking done. I know that sounds strange c...