Hope everyone who celebrates had a happy Valentine’s Day. I hung out with friends, and did some reading, which is a good day for me. 🙂


Don’t Fear the Cupid

Tashi saw movement overhead, and flinched backwards, bashing his elbow against the wall. A cupid fluttered in the sky above him, swooping under power lines, its silver wings glinting in the sunlight. His shoulders relaxed as he recognized it as the weakest kind, a Cario cupid, which only caused minor infatuations. Even if it was stalking him, its arrows didn’t bite so deep as an Infatua, or worse, an Amar.

“Hate those baby-faced monsters,” Tashi muttered, watching as the pudgy creature passed over a rooftop and out of sight.

He kept walking, heading for the subway stop, racing down the steps and relaxing completely when the walls closed around him. For whatever reason, cupids didn’t enter buildings.

A half hour later, he stepped off the subway, climbed the stairs, and exited the station, headed for work. Out on the street, he saw another silver-winged Cario fly by, and then a third. Just before he stepped into his building, an Infatua swooped low over the crowd, lavender wings flaring. People ducked as the child-sized cupid nearly brushed their heads, its eyes, the same lavender from edge to edge, fixed on one young woman in the crowd.

Sensing its gaze, she straightened, glaring at the cupid, which completed its dive, pulling back up, and circling lazily overhead. When it became clear it wasn’t doing anything more, people resume walking. The cupid’s circles drifted down the street, before settling on the building the woman had undoubtedly ducked into.

It would keep following her until she was near some worthy target, and then would use the lavender arrows, slender needles made of light without fletching or points, to shoot them both. The cupids controlled the arrows, shooting them without bows, and they always hit their targets.

Work passed like it usually did, in phone calls and meetings and paperwork. That evening, Tashio stepped back outside, lifting his gaze automatically to the sky as he always did. His heart seized at the sight of an Amar, with its enormous white wings, circling, its wings tinted orange with the sunset. Somewhere in the building was its target.

Was it him?

He hurried out of the building, trying and failing to keep from glancing up every few steps. The cupid remained circling, and his heart lifted. It wasn’t him. At least, not today.







About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

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