The Crew of the Copper-Colored Cupids

An hour later, the Colonel tossed his polishing rag aside, then held the penny up beside his face in the mirror of his house’s well-appointed polishing room.

“Not a bad show!” he mused, comparing his newfound sheen to that of the coin. “You’d think the years had never touched me! Well, nearly, anyway…”

He curled the ends of his copper-wire mustache, then headed for the door, tossing the penny cheerfully in his hand.

“I shall have to show off this shine! Not as a matter of ego, you understand. No, no. Haven’t got one, me. It’s only that it would do the Crew good to see a venerable old soldier like myself in such fine condition.”

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Lethe looked at the poster again – at that picture of the Cupid in spectacles, looking stern and heroic. Alarm bells were beginning to tingle, though she didn’t yet know why.

“Has Cupid #957 signed off on this?”

Celebration’s frown deepened.

“But – Romantic is #957!” he exclaimed. “Romantic-957!”

“But – ”

Lethe felt a buzz of warning and a buzz of intrigued excitement melding within herself. She stepped closer, moving a box from in front of Celebration’s face.

“But he’s a fictional character,” she continued. “Right?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”