Innocent Flirtation or Cupid’s Missed Arrows


It always makes me smile when a young man
unwittingly flirts with an older woman.
There’s a blush of pink that comes over his
cheeks when he realizes what he’s just
decided to engage in. This is no teenage
girl who giggles and flips her hair
when he says what he’s read in books or
heard in movies. This woman’s sharp tongue
slings the arrows right back at him —
aiming just a bit lower than the jugular.
Not enough to kill, but just enough to maim.
Those boyish smiles never really leave their
lips…but over time, the wounds of arrows
near the heart make their blush a little harder
to see and the zing of their banter a little harder
to swallow.

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