Swan Song

Arabella throbbed with fear and anticipation. He glided up to the bank, looking regally down his bill at her. He hissed subtly revealing a black tongue. The other thing (she would not name it) must be black too. How big? How big? Arabella just felt his mantel of wings arch round her, muscles like steel beneath the airy feathers, when someone shouted her name. She was tangled in the swans down trimmed white satin costume. She shook her head to clear it and licked her swollen lips.

"For goodness sake Arabella that's the intro. You are on in three minutes. Get a move on!" Miss Glover hissed in through the flap of the tent. The other swans were lined up with smug angelic expressions. Neat and pure in their white costumes.

Miss Glover smiled hopefully towards the thinning audience, arching her neck encouragingly in Mr White's direction. He winked and the glint of gold showed at his neck.

Eros Thanatos Erotica

Repression Bestiality

Denial Infanticide Betrayal