Tales from the Silent - 2 - Cupid's Errow
Cupid arches his bow, aiming with precision, accounting for the wind, all variables solved in his head. Through the air cut an arrow, down into the streets of London. Perfectly timed to dodge people almost in the path, the arrow struck into the heart of Jess, seated on a bench. She looked up to see a man sitting on a bench across from her. She’d never noticed him before, but for whatever reason, he caught her attention now. He looked up, caught her glance, and she gave him a smile and a wave.
Cupid charged a second shot, and let loose, flying toward the second target. Dave began to lift his hand, wondering, only for a second, who this woman was. The arrow flew up and over the city, in a perfect curve. Cupid, ready to see his handiwork complete, flapped his wings in excitement. The tiny gust created by his movement was enough to offset the final destination of the arrow.
Dave lifted his hand high, giving a happy wave, packaged with a shy smile. A taller man walked in front of him,