Bob pruned his dying orchid while contemplating Valentine’s Day. He hated the “holiday” with more passion than he felt about any relationship he had ever been in. The only redeeming quality was the reduced-price chocolates the next day. He popped one such morsel in his mouth as he moved to the next morbid plant, one given to him by his ex. That’s when he had an epiphany! He knew how to make Valentine’s Day special for everyone. The following year he made ten thousand dollars selling dead flowers and bouquets to people who wanted that special something… for their ex.
“You must be daft! This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”
“Yeah, she did do that.”
“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”
“True. She did do that.”
“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”
“Ah, got it. Yeah. She does love that car.”
“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss. How can she be the girl of your dreams?”
“Oh, I meant nightmares.”
“Now that I can understand. So tell me, why are you still with her?”
“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better. I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment. It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”
“So let me see if I understand. The sex is that good?”
The forge glowed red hot, casting a hellish glow. Kira pulled her quenched metal from the oil bath. The piece blazed to life as residual oil ignited from the heat still encapsulated in the metal’s heart. Kira had beaten that heart into the piece, using a piece of hers as the model. She took a rasp and dragged it along the edge of the metal. The rasp danced and so did Kira’s heart. It was hard.
Later that evening she left the smithy behind and went in search of Pablo. She knew her parents would love to have her marry the boy, but Kira wasn’t happy about it. He was the baker’s boy, and while she thought he was cute he was a bit pudgy.
She found him entertaining his friends. She hung back watching him while nervously shifting her metal creation in her hands. That’s when she saw her opportunity. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the disc flying, cutting Cupid’s bow in half as the imp had been aiming at her.
Cupid’s look would have broken many a heart, but Kira smiled. She might still fall for the boy, but it would be under her terms.