My brother gets all the credit, especially this time of year. No-one appreciates my work. Relationships have a habit of lingering long after the love is gone. I’m the one that kills them swiftly, to end the suffering.
Weddings are my nemesis. Love is in the air, enough to bolster even the worst couples. I spot my targets at the bar. He’s sleeping with his secretary and she’s banging the tennis coach. So cliche.
I take aim and loose my black arrows. They hit their mark and the shouting begins.
On the way out I spot someone’s husband eyeing up a bridesmaid. The work of Dipuc is never done