Prompt: Black Flamingo Extraordinary Poked Underneath
The Black Swan
The extraordinary, ballerina strengthened her biceps then lifted her body and flew past the orchestra behind her, like a black swan. After the show the crowds melted away. The flee from the night echoed through the valleys. Xanthe poked my elbow. The funny bone sensation started to creep into my skin.
Underneath my tongue was a rush of joy when my mouth met sherbet. Xanthe bought some from the store on the corner of Masons Street. We got home. My flamingo bedspread invited me to let go of my thoughts and lye in the monster while the night grew old.
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