Trapeze

Babette looks down at the crowd of cheering faces…and although her ego loves the adoration.. she cant help but notice the resemblance between them and a large pack of hungry animals..

“Poof.”. … she says under her breath..
“I vil not geev them ze plaizir..”

She looks down at her costume admiring her womanly curves.. and after making sure it has not revealed too much.. steps out onto the wire..

A gasp of expectation is heard from the crowd below..

Far below…In the center she can see the Baron thoroughly enjoying his role as ring master.. His eyes gleam back with approval..

She isn’t afraid.. she knows that if she slips he will catch her long before she hits the ground..

But despite that comforting thought.. her parasol wavers a little.. as she steps out onto the long.. thin.. wire..

Once or twice she ducks… as something dark swoops over head… and then slowly straightens and continues along the wire….

At the other end of it there appears to be a door.. but she notices that with each step the wire seems to lengthen.. and so begins to understand that there is no end… and that what is being asked of her is something more..

Letting go of reality she steps off into space.. and the roar of the circus fades away..

And as she turns to look at the parasol in her hand she see’s it is the Barons hand..

“Where are we going? “ She asks…
“To the end…” he replies…

“And then?”

“Why mon cherie “ … says he with a smile…”we begin again..”