Cupid

Cupid's shoulders sagged as he plucked the managing directors memo from his post tray. Summoned to Apollo's office yet again. Another morning wasted, thought Cupid, explaining to the old buffoon why he wasn't hitting his targets. Apollo had become such an ass since those consultants had gotten their claws into him.

Cupid fed a coin into the machine and hit the button for coffee, black and strong. Trudging down the corridor, Cupid sipped at the steaming beverage and knocked at Apollo’s door.

“Cupid! Come in lad, come in.”

“You wanted to see me sir?”

“I’ve been talking to the consultancy boys. They feel that loincloths just don’t cut it nowadays. Send out the wrong message for a modern 21st Century operation. As of Monday I’m rolling out a new dress code. For you and your department we've come up with something very special, helped to design them myself you know.”

Apollo, beaming, was holding up a suit, a nightmare in garish pink with embroidered golden hearts. The most hideous apparel Cupid had ever laid eyes on.

“But sir…” said Cupid, nearly choking on a mouthful of coffee “the colour.”

Apollo clapped his huge hands together “I know! Isn’t it perfect? I knew you’d love it. One more thing before you go lad”

“Sir?”

“I’ve been thinking about your departmental logo.”

Cupid’s heart sank a little lower, this was unlikely to be good news.

“It’s too old fashioned, a bow and arrow, it just looks so inefficient don’t you think? See what you make of this, I had a hand in designing it myself.”

Apollo held up a piece of paper for Cupid’s inspection.

“A gun?”

“A Machine gun, shows you really mean business. I knew you’d love it.”