by Charlotte Dixon
Cupid #6 stared at the people snatching up potted plants of red and pink blooms. A humongous Valentine’s Day banner hung over his head. He couldn’t move. Statue’s must be silent and still ...
Cupid #6 wiggled his itchy big toe.
“Ronnie, did you see the cupid move his big toe?” asked Silbey.
“Silbey, don’t be silly,” grumped her brother. “Help me carry this fertilizer.”
Silbey tottered back and forth under the bag’s weight. Glancing over her shoulder, she gasped.
Cupid #6 winked.
“Ronnie, that cupid winked.”
“Silbey, I’m going to tell mom you’re fibbing. You’ll get a timeout,” grouched Ronnie.
Ronnie poked Silbey in the arm and pulled her ponytail.
Silbey puckered her lip. While Ronnie chatted with the store clerk, she snuck back to the statue.
Cupid #6 stood frozen, alone on his shelf. Silbey smiled.
He smiled back.
“Will you be my Valentine?” asked Silbey.
Rushing up to his sister, Ronnie hissed, “Boy, are you going to get it.”
“No. You’re going to get it,” said Cupid #6.
Ronnie’s knees shook.
Cupid #6 aimed his arrow and shot Ronnie with love.
Ronnie yowled ...
he swooned and grinned.
Before leaving the store, Ronnie bought Silbey a Valentine ... Cupid #6.