"Wow! I love your cupid costume," the girl said, the alcohol strong on her breath.
Ophaniel leaned on his bow and sighed. The angel stretched his wings irritably. He was always getting mistaken for Cupid. He blamed the Renaissance.
"Wrong mythology," they said.
"Hey Cupid, are you gonna hit me with your looooove arrow?" She cackled.
Ophaniel shrugged, wings twitching, and shot her in the leg.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"See, now if I were Cupid, you'd be in love right now, instead of, you know. Shot." The angel walked away, knowing there would be Hell to pay, but satisfied.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.