During the month of February, dreamy-eyed girls often dot their I’s with little hearts, flower shops are overrun with frantic husbands, chocolates come in heart-shaped boxes, romance is everywhere, we hope, for everyone who wants it. All thanks to St. Valentine who, I suspect, would not have recognized the day that bears his name.
But love is more than chocolates and flowers and dinner dates and passionate love affairs.
Bruce Lee (Yes, THAT Bruce Lee) said this:
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”
Consider “The Faerie and the Knight on Valentine’s Day” by Izabella Grace. Old love. Very old love. Timeless love in modern-day London where the ancient Faerie and the aging Sir Magvelyn meet in the moonlight.
Also, “Love in the Time of Cthulhu” by Gary B. Phillips, in which Cassandra, a hopeful-virgin-sacrifice-speed-dater, knows just what to say to end up with the man, er, thing, of her dreams.
And from Matt Mikalatos, “Pranked by a Pixie” in which workaholic television producer, Grissom, gambles his reputation and his life on the promises of a faerie.