The twins were still untumbling the rest of the limbs when the first wings started breaking out; the fleshbits pittering on the faces of the startled Joyce, who frantically rolled her eyes and did her usual nothing.
The man on stage decided against running. His legs.
One girl, wings wrenching out of her backelbows, stood naked on the stage and saw twin abysses looking back. If the light had been better her face would have been crumbled into toast, peppered with lies and lice.
Another, her wingspan alread twice her height felt the holy weight of the Lord and succumbed into Hegelian soothsaying and speaking in tongues.