Cupid’s angst

Trifecta: Week Sixty-Four


This week,Trifecta asked us to respond to the following word prompt –

Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.  Please join us.


And Boy,did I dwell on it-phew,don’t even ask!Well,for what it is worth,here is what I came up with-hope its not too bad:-)



Cupid’s angst


 “Why so sad, Honey?”asked Psyche.


“I think, I have lost my touch,” replied Cupid, glumly.


“What do you mean?”


“My arrows are failing to wound & inflame hearts …” Cupid trailed off.



“You are the God of love-no one is immune to your spell,” said Psyche, reassuring her husband.


“You think I am making it up?” retorted Cupid, a little irritated.


“No, I think it must be some glitch. Just relax,” said Psyche soothingly.


“I don’t want to dwell on it but ..,” said Cupid, looking forlorn.


Psyche noted the wan look, the drooping shoulders, the missing twinkle in his eyes-where was the fun loving & mischievous Cupid? She had to do something.


Aloud she said,” Just give me a day, I will find a solution.”


This reeked of foul play & she had her suspicions.


She had to find out.


Apollo started when he saw her & said a little too warmly (who did not know of the animosity between the two households?),”Welcome to my humble home Psyche. What brings you here so early in the day?”


“Cut the niceties Apollo. What mischief have you been making in Cupid’s workshop? His arrows are ineffective.”


Psyche saw a flicker of a smug smile appear & disappear in a flash.


So ,she thought,it IS him.


Apollo said,”Now, now, .why should I even think of doing such a thing? You are letting your imagination run away with you Psyche.”


“Really? So tell me what this is doing here Apollo,” said Psyche, moving to pick up the tell tale trademark feather from Apollo’s robes.


Apollo looked trapped. He had in fact spent most of the night in Cupid’s armory sabotaging the arrows.Oh, darn that feather!!


Psyche said, “If you do not set things right by today evening, I shall have to take this matter to Zeus & the council of Gods. Am sure you do not want that.”


Apollo’s mumbled apology told Psyche that her words had hit home.


She smiled.