The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All by Laird Barron & Laird Barron

Author:Laird Barron & Laird Barron [Barron, Laird]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: The Beautiful Thing
ISBN: 9781597804684
Publisher: Night Shade Books
Published: 2013-08-12T16:00:00+00:00

JAWS OF SATURN

I.

“The other night I dreamt about this lowlife I used to screw,” Carol said. She and Franco were sitting in the lounge of The Broadsword Hotel, a monument to the Roaring Twenties situated on the west side of Olympia. Most of its tenants were economically strapped or on the downhill slide toward decrepitude, not unlike the once grand dame herself. Carol lived on the sixth floor in a single bedroom flat with cracks running through the plaster and a rusty radiator that groaned and ticked like it might explode and turn the apartment into a flaming wreck. “I mean, yeah, I hooked up with plenty of losers before I met you. Marvin was scary. And ugly as three kinds of sin. He busted kneecaps for a living. Some living.”

Franco flipped open his lighter and set fire to a cigarette. He dropped the lighter into the pocket of his blazer. He took a drag and exhaled. Franco did not live in The Broadsword. Happily, he lived across town in a smaller, modern apartment building where the elevators worked and the central heating didn’t rely on a coal-fed furnace. He decided not to remind her that he too damaged people on occasion, albeit only in defense of his employer. Franco didn’t look like muscle—short and trim, his hair was professionally styled and his clothes were tailored. His face was soft and unscarred. He didn’t have scars because he’d always been better with his guns and knives than his enemies were with theirs. Franco said, “Marvin Cortez? Oh, yeah. My boss was friends with him. If this goon scared you so much, why’d you stick around?”

“I dunno, Frankie. ’Cause it turned me on for a while, I guess. Who the hell knows why I do anything?” She pushed around her glass of slushed ice cubes and vodka so it caught the light coming through the window and multiplied it on the tablecloth. This was late afternoon. The light was heavy and reddish orange.

“Okay. What happened in the dream?”

“Nothing, really.”

“Huh.”

“Huh, what?”

“Dreams are messages from the subconscious. They’re full of symbols.”

“You get a shrink degree I don’t know about?”

“No, my sister worked as a research assistant in a clinic. Where were you?”

“In bed. The whole bed was on a mountain, or something. Marvin stood at the foot of the bed and there was a drop off. The wind blew his hair around, but it didn’t touch me. I was pretty scared of the cliff, though.”

“Why?”

“My bed was practically teetering on the edge, dumbbell.”

“This Marvin, guy. Did he do anything?”

“He stared at me—and he was too big. Granted, Marvo really was a hulking dude, Ron Perlman big and ugly, but this was extreme, and I got the impression he would’ve turned into a giant if the dream had lasted longer. His expression weirded me out. I realized it wasn’t really him. Looked like him, except not. More like a mask and it changed as I watched. He was turning into someone else entirely and I woke up before it completely happened.

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