Cupid and Grim Reaper by Gustave Dore from Don Quixote

 

There is a perpetual dichotomy between Love and Death – "I could just love him/her to death!" But, who knew they were in competition with each other?

The Grim Reaper and Cupid met at a crossroad. Old Grim said, Howdy, while tightening his grip on the scythe. Delicately, Cupid muttered something, as his hand instinctively reached for the quiver. This was uncharted; they knew of each other's existence, but this was a twain that never should have met.

Grim Reaper: Well, how are we gonna handle this?

Cupid: How the hell should I know?

Grim Reaper: Best keep hell out of it. It's bad enough the two of us are here. You don't want to get him involved!

Cupid: (Beginning nervously to fly around in circles) Well, if he were, you'd be an effective counterweight.

 

Adam Ward and fiancée Melissa Ott

 

Grim Reaper: Stop that – you're making me dizzy! You might as well settle down; you know we can't leave here until something is decided, one way or the other.

Cupid: I know, I know – but, stop pressuring me. You know I'm not accustomed to these weighty decisions.

Grim Reaper: You want to see weighty? You should come along with me sometime. All you do is shoot 'em in the ass; I've got to get 'em into my collection bag.

Cupid: That's heart – you soulless...

Grim Reaper: Now, now, don't go gettin' your diaper all in a knot. Let me think about this.

Cupid: Think, think –that's what causes all the trouble in the world. If people would just relax and go with the lighter side of their emotions, they would be much better off.

Grim Reaper: Yeah, but that's not gonna decide our dilemma right here and now. We're not gonna be able to leave this crossroad until one of us gets by the other.

Cupid: Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. What do you have in mind?

 

 Alison Parker and fiance Chris Hurst

 

Grim Reaper: You see those two young people over there, the reporter and photographer doing an interview?

Cupid: Yeah, so what?

Grim Reaper: Well, each of them is in love with another colleague, back at the broadcasting station...

Cupid: (Very excitedly) You wicked son-of-a-bitch! No, I won't even consider it!

Grim Reaper: Now, boy, wicked is a bit judgmental. You know that I pick up only on scheduled appointments. In this predicament, all bets are off.

Cupid: Not for me; I still have my integrity.

Grim Reaper: You and your integrity stay put, then – I'm off! (He begins running toward the interviewers.)

Cupid: You cheating bastard! (Begins flying after Grim.)

***** ***** *****

As all the world weeps

For this tragedy's sting,

The Grim Reaper sleeps.

Though depressed is fair Cupid

He's still on the wing.

 

 

Curtis W. Long

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