The first three paragraphs of my story, She Was Voluptuous Antiquity, the tenth story appearing in my erotic horror collection titled FUNEREAL DISEASES OF THE MIND: Fifteen tales of dark erotica.
SHE WAS VOLUPTUOUS ANTIQUITY
“They say that if you look long enough at it, she’ll smile for you.”
Black nothingness loomed beyond the woman in the gallery photograph. With shadows protecting her modesty like jealous lovers, the model pouted in nude black-and-white splendor. The bottom border of the twenty-four-by-thirty-two photograph bore the name of the artist who’d titled the artwork “September.”
She reposed in a seductive sprawl that offered art lovers the most breathtaking view of her derrière, her face cast backward over her left shoulder as if in afterthought. Her dark eyes stared beyond the edge of the photo, fixed on something or someone she appeared to regard as prey…
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
