Valentine's comp Stories

I reviewed my plan one last time. Tonight had to be perfect. It was time to show Randy a Valentine's night he'd never forget. In the mirror, my eyes sparkled, and a mischievous grin was reflected back at me. Randy and I had been dating for three years. Rumor was that Randy had been seen leaving a jewelry store after purchasing a ring. I looked down at my hand with its perfectly manicured nails and decided to remove all bu...

Miriam Cohen was gobsmacked: mother had arranged a valentine's date for her. Not with a random young man, of course; rather, mama confided, in hushed tones, that David’s mother had confided, in hushed tones, “Doctor potential.” He was intuitive, recognising Miriam’s filial piety to the rigmarole surrounding a maternally arranged rendezvous on Valentine’s Day. And the well-judged gift, a history book, got her nattering. So...

Before you do it, may I say something? Annually, you silently loathe it. I know this. You’ll search for us in an aisle besieged with fifty shades of pink and red that replaced the red and green 75%-off leftovers. You’ll remain mute while making your symbolic selections. Standing, waiting, sighing behind lines of anxiety laced testosterone in the twelfth hour on the fourteenth day of the second month: compensation for proc...