Cupid was engrossed, as she always was when working on her pet project. She was oblivious to everything but her laptop with its open windows of notes, spreadsheets and browser tabs.
So it was that Cupid did not notice the front door open. It was only when her laptop snapped closed that she realized that an elf sat across from her. He wore drab green overalls with a small pin on the lapel.
“ESS,” the elf said, flashing his ID.
“I’m busy,” Cupid said, annoyed at the interruption.
“Yes, I know. Busy trying to make Santa’s route more efficient.” The elf smiled slightly. “When will you learn not to mess with perfection? It’s a waste of time.”
“We’ve flown the same route devised long before we had computers—“
“I’m not here to discuss your…hobby.” Something in the elf’s voice made Cupid feel uneasy. “Let me be frank. We know you don’t fit in. And we know you support the Mission.” He gestured at Cupid’s laptop. “Your dedication to this project of yours—misguided though it may be—demonstrates that.”
“My work is neither a hobby nor misguided,” Cupid said.
The elf waved his hand as if shooing a fly. “We need your help with something that actually matters. The future of the Mission may depend on it.”
Cupid thought a moment and said, “What do you want me to do?”
The elf smiled broadly and said, “Have you ever been to Vixen’s?”
Moral: Cupid ain’t stupid.
Be sure to visit the other writers who are participating in this year’s BlogFestivus:
Shouts from the Abyss
Fix It or Deal
Lynn Schneider Books
1 Point Perspective
So I Went Undercover
Joe Owen’s Blog
Blog It or Lose It!
Voice in Me
Apprentice, never master
A Year of Daily Posts
The Day After
A Spoonful of Suga