Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 12: Dark Horses Magazine, #12
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dark horse
/ˈdärk ˈˌhôrs/
noun
1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds.
"a dark-horse candidate"
Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses.
In this issue:
NIGHT VISION
Brad Petit
PINK ON PINK
Mary Jo Rabe
REQUIEM FOR A GOBLIN
Lamont A. Turner
THE FIFTH STAGE OF GRIEF
Cedrick May
THE MARINER
Jennifer Walker
THE MEN WITH GREEN FACES
Christian Riley
THIS IS NOT MY BUTTERFLY
Joseph Hirsch
TONS-AWAY
Judith Pancoast
TRIBUTES
William Curnow
BURN
Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Wayne Kyle Spitzer (born July 15, 1966) is an American author and low-budget horror filmmaker from Spokane, Washington. He is the writer/director of the short horror film, Shadows in the Garden, as well as the author of Flashback, an SF/horror novel published in 1993. Spitzer's non-genre writing has appeared in subTerrain Magazine: Strong Words for a Polite Nation and Columbia: The Magazine of Northwest History. His recent fiction includes The Ferryman Pentalogy, consisting of Comes a Ferryman, The Tempter and the Taker, The Pierced Veil, Black Hole, White Fountain, and To the End of Ursathrax, as well as The X-Ray Rider Trilogy and a screen adaptation of Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows.
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Dark Horses - Wayne Kyle Spitzer
NIGHT VISION
Brad Petit
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Henkin is recruited because he has experience in stealing things. So he says. Obviously Frost is worried about the extra risk—supposing Henkin gets caught, suppose he flips—but there’s more risk in going it alone. A worse risk, meaning. The risk of failure. Frost doesn’t know what he’s doing and that more or less settles that.
They meet through a mutual friend. When Frost asks the friend for a reference, being vague on the details, the friend thinks about it for a minute and then writes down a phone number on the back of some receipt from his pocket.
Trustworthy?
Frost asks.
Seeing as I don’t know what you’re up to I can’t answer that,
the friend says.
Then Henkin and Frost have their first meeting in the plaza downtown as arranged, Henkin making Frost wait too long. It starts to feel like a prank or a setup. But Henkin glides over across the brick surface, tall and lean, and stops at Frost’s bench for a bit before saying, Should we go somewhere?
It’s a game of chicken to see who’ll bring up the job first, which Frost finally does over sandwiches. Henkin has already let Frost pay for their food when he hands him a five dollar bill
right before they part ways. Only later does Frost see it’s a fake, and he suspects that Henkin knows that he knows. So that’s all right.
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This is the back door,
Frost says. He turns off the headlights but there’s still some visibility just from whatever stray light is around.
I can see that,
Henkin says.
Frost keeps his hands on the steering wheel. They’re parked uncomfortably close to the building. He has trouble even looking at it. He’s still shaken from the traffic stop they pass on the way over, the way the officer glances at him as they roll by and there’s something in his grin that reminds Frost they’ve met before, but only Frost knows it.
They all go home by six o’clock unless there’s an evening service,
he says.
And how will we know if there is one?
We won’t.
We could read the obituaries.
Frost stares forward, realizing of course that not everyone buys an obit but not bothering to point it out. He’s the one in charge and he doesn’t need to argue.
I think the middle of the night would be best anyway,
he says.
Janitor?
I don’t know.
Of course you don’t.
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The telephone rings at seven-thirty in the morning. No one calls at this hour—no one calls much at all. Frost looks at his watch on the nightstand before picking up the phone. It probably rings eight or more times.
Henkin starts in right away. There you are,
he says.
Frost murmurs something back.
Listen,
Henkin says. It’s about your vehicle. You realize it’s much too small.
Well what about yours?
Frost says.
You hired me and strictly me,
Henkin says. He sounds like a hardass bureaucrat, someone who gets off on technicalities.
Frost yawns into the phone and twists himself upright, seated on the edge of the bed, with his bare feet hovering in between the floor and the ends of his pajama pants, a gift from his mother. On Henkin’s end of the line there’s the sound of a news report and the hard scraping of a spoon against a bowl. But no chewing.
I’ll work on it,
Frost says.
Yeah, work on it.
The news announces unrest in South America.
Frost scratches at his side.
So how long’ve you had these visions?
Henkin says.
Frost is caught off guard. He’s mute for a minute and then says, What? Who said anything about that?
Relax,
Henkin says, drawing it out. I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s not like I care. I just don’t see how pinching one of these boxes is going to do anything about it.
I don’t—
Fine, have it your way.
Henkin knocks on the bowl some more. Do you have dimensions? Casket ain’t small, you realize. We need a truck, better yet a van. If you need a hot one just tell me.
No—stop. Don’t say that on the phone. Christ, you shouldn’t even be calling me.
Henkin makes a soft clicking noise with his mouth. He’s imitating a tap. Then he laughs. Don’t flatter yourself,
he says. No one cares what you’re saying.
Frost is about to reply to that when Henkin hangs up. For an instant the rattle makes Frost think the receiver has gotten loose and is falling apart against his ear. In his room the smell of old laundry taints the air, but Frost hardly notices this anymore and he lays back down trying unsuccessfully to sleep again.
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Never before has Frost seen a man so large or so sallow. He steps out of the van like it’s birthing him. It’s the man’s idea to meet in the parking lot in front of the grocery and hardware stores and the florist, which to Frost feels too public, too exposed, but the man insists. On the phone he says to call him Rupp. He grabs a stray shopping cart near where he’s parked and as he walks it over toward Frost it looks like some novelty item, tiny at the end of his huge hands like that.
See?
Rupp says. Kind of more subtle than the underpass.
Frost tries not to look around too obviously, to check if anyone is watching them. No one can help staring at a giant man like this. It’s the middle of the day and the wives, children, and old people are out. The temperature is mild but Frost feels like he might start to sweat.
Is that the van?
he asks. He nods toward it.
Rupp takes another half stride forward. Frost feels himself almost step back. A police vehicle and a hearse pass each other on the roadway behind him, travelling in opposite directions.
A beauty isn’t she,
Rupp says. Plenty of life in her yet.
How much?
"Well. Henkin did say you were in a spot."
Frost stiffens. That’s not exactly true.
Rupp’s mouth turns into a big meaty smirk. Frost sees him eating straight from tin cans, balanced on a folding chair in his kitchen, his weight slowly crushing it with every new spoonful. He sees himself inspecting the back of the van at the man’s invitation and coming out in bags. It’s the first time he imagines it happening that way, but it feels as real as a memory. He looks at the van and his sudden thought is to buy it so he can destroy it.
So how much?
Frost says.
How much do you have? Right now.
He sees the oversized hand separate from the shopping cart handle and move backward, slowly like it’s trying to move through water, and reach behind for Rupp’s waistband. A release of fear dumps itself into Frost’s body not unlike his early orgasms and he stumbles away, falling toward his own car. By the time he sees that Rupp only means to scratch his back Frost is already committed to the escape. He might mutter some kind of excuse along the way, but more likely he doesn’t.
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All right,
Henkin says over the phone. We can use mine. And it’s going to cost you extra.
Fine,
Frost says.
Unless you want me to steal us a meat wagon. Which I can do but it will cost extra again.
No,
Frost says quickly. That’s not the plan—that’s going too far.
Henkin is quiet for a moment, looking in cabinets.
Relax. I didn’t mean it. What a great way for us to get pinched, driving around in that thing. You think I’m that dumb?
Maybe. How is Frost supposed to know?
They settle on Monday for the attempt. Tuesday morning, technically. Henkin runs down a list of supplies he expects Frost to have, then says he’ll provide half of them anyway. He hangs up without asking if they’re done.
Frost looks at the phone then unplugs it. After taking off his wristwatch he crosses the bedroom and opens the window. That doesn’t quite do it—he opens two more windows in the front room. Then he opens the front door and stands on his stoop and finally the pressure goes from his temples. The neighbor kids are still playing outside even though it’s getting past dusk.
He dreams it another way that night: the long black car filling up with water, the coffin in the back bobbing around and knocking against the tint windows, Henkin smiling at him and blowing his own brains out before the waterline can reach his jaw.
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The crowbar gets them in the building easily enough. Henkin seems good at using them. The air inside has the smell of potpourri unsettled by something metallic. Frost can hear himself breathing, and he only breathes louder the more he tries not to. When Henkin flicks on his long, heavy flashlight they see they’re in a big storage room lined with racks for buckets, boxes, empty picture frames. Henkin pushes the door closed behind them, feeling carefully for where the latch catches.
The showroom is down the hall to the left,
he says.
Wait,
Frost says. What if someone’s here?
Henkin gestures at a rack loaded with candlesticks.
You crack him on the head with one of those.
What if they’re armed?
Then someone beat us to the job. Don’t be ridiculous.
Frost lets Henkin go ahead of him. They come out of the storage room at the end of a wide hallway with furniture spread along the walls, plush seats and small sofas for the bereaved to rest upon. Henkin sweeps his flashlight up and down like an experienced cat burglar. He spits on the carpet and starts for the other end of the hall.
The showroom is smaller than Frost thinks it will be. The caskets are arranged in a horseshoe before them, six in total. They’re on stands or catafalques of some kind and the stands are surrounded by little curtains. The metal handles and trim on the caskets sparkle dully from the flashlight, the wood deep and stained. Frost feels his pulse in his chest and his lungs seem half their size. It’s dark but he can sense the caskets pressing toward him but he does not retreat. Henkin stands ahead of him, surveying the room.
Take your pick,
he says. The lighter the better. I’ll go find the trolley.
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Frost is alone in the showroom for less than a minute when Henkin comes rushing back to the doorway.
What the hell have you done?
he says, his voice urgent and angry. He stares hard at Frost from above the hard angles of his cheekbones.
What?
There’re here and you’re the only person who could have told them.
Frost is confused. Henkin isn’t making any sense.
Who?
Frost says. His pulse is still banging in his rib cage, his throat.
Henkin reaches out and grabs him by the shirt. He’s holding the flashlight in his other hand, aiming its beam at the ground. Take a look for yourself, sweetheart.
He yanks Frost out of the showroom and back into the hallway.
The hallway runs along the front edge of the building, the street edge. It’s bathed in blue and red in the darkness, flashing with color from the lights blazing outside the windows of the place.
Cops!
Frost says.
Just like you planned it,
Henkin says. How much did they offer you? Well it’s not going to matter now.
Frost begins to stumble backward but Henkin pulls on his