This is a series of 8 short stories. They are so short they shouldn’t tax any reader for much effort. What they seem in the beginning of this series is not what they evolve into.
She stood at the window, lost in thought. The crispness of autumn
purified the air at dusk. The moon had just risen, the sky was still
light, that peculiar time of evening when both sun and moon balanced
the sky. Watching the swifts and swallows flit over chimneys and
rooftops, wheeling like tiny black crescents in the sky, she wondered
about her unrest, her slight illnesses. As the moon rose, the swifts
were replaced with bats speeding like rockets back and forth in front
of the window. She could hear the sound of their twittering as they
flew by, sharing the day’s gossip.
“Laura!” Her husband’s voice near. “I’m coming” she called back.
Peering out the window her pupils opened wider. She saw strange
things. The veins in the leaves, the mounds of disturbed soil from
moles far below. The moon so close! Night beckoned to her– she
felt like flying out there.
Under her gown she felt thin membranes grow under her arms. The
tissue, transparent, joined with two hooks on her elbows. Her breasts
shrunk to nothing, only large nipples remaining. Her sex seemed to
shift backwards, her vulva misplaced.
“I’m coming along nicely,” she whispered.
(This whole series was first published in “A Seasoning of Lust”, Lulu.com, 2009)