A Prophecy of a Beautiful Devil

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A couple on honeymoon have there future foretold. A Devil is going to enter their lives.

Submitted: May 05, 2015

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~~A PROPHECY OF A BEAUTIFUL DEVIL


“You wanta I tella your fortune?” The wizened old lady approached the young couple who sat at the pavement café.
“No thanks, we’re fine.”
“Yes, I tella your fortune. Isa good you know your future”.
“No thanks. We don’t believe in that kind of thing”, said the man.
But the young woman laughed. “Oh come on. Why not? Let’s do it?”
The man grinned at his wife indulgently then beckoned the old woman to sit with them.
“How does this work? Do you read our palms?”
“I no need feela your palm. I tella your future justa from your ..your.. essence”.
“Hhhmm. That’s clever. How much is it?”
“You pay however much you want.”
The man passed her some money. “So what can you tell us?”
“Firsta I needa your names. “
“Shouldn’t you tell us? Oh, okay. I’m Steven and this is my wife Tiffany”.
“You must tella me how old you are.”
“I’m twenty nine,” said Steven.
“And I’m twenty six”.
“And you are here ina this place ona your honeymoon”.
“Hey, that’s good. Well done”, said Tiffany.
“Not that good,” S laughed taking his wife’s hand. “I’d say its pretty obvious looking at us that we’re honeymooners”.
The old lady began rubbing at her crinkled forehead. “Okay now I looka into youra future”.  She raised her other hand in front of Stevens face and began moving it in a circular motion. She closed her eyes and made a low droning sound. Steven looked at his wife and raised his eyebrow. Tiffany giggled.
“I see…I see.. uuuggghhh”. She lifted her eyelids but her eyes had rolled back into her head exposing only the whites.
“Oh my god, Steven. Is she alright?”
“She’s fine its just part of her act.”
“Uuuugghh.. I see.. ooohhh”. She suddenly slumped forward.
“Easy, there. Are you okay?” Steven put a hand on the old lady’s shoulder and she suddenly jerked upright.
“Your future isa..isa not good. I shoulda not say it”.
“Oh, come on. I’m a big boy I can take it”.
“Ias bad. Isa best donta know”.
“If its bad its better I do know, surely. Then I can avoid it”.
She shook her head mournfully. “You cannot avoid him”.
“Him?”
“Him. You have a devil in your future.”
“Oooooooo”, went Tiffany delightedly.
Steven laughed. “The devil?”
“A devil. A devil who walksa on the earth.”
“Does he have horns?”
She shook her head “In youra future is a beautiful devil”.
“Oh,it gets better” said Tiffany.
Steven winked at her. “Sounds frightening.”
  The old lady suddenly grabbed his arm and dug her fingers in “Yes he isa frightening.  He isa magnificent. This devil, he conquers and he destroys at will, for just his amusement. He leaves a trail of destruction through the world but always himself he isa untouched. And you? You he willa destroy, just on a whim. He isa all powerful. He will make himself the master of all you have. He takes whatever he wants and froma you he willa take everything. Yes, frightening! You wilal cower before him in awe”.
  She talked so animatedly the young couple stared enraptured. Then Steven said “Er..okay. Thanks for that. Well, it was nice talking to you. Don’t let us keep you.”
The old lady took a pink paper napkin from the table. She took a little dab from one of the condiments on the table and began marking the napkin.
“When is this going to happen?” asked Tiffany. “Tomorrow?”
“Nota tomorrow.” She continued marking the napkin.
‘Next week?”
“Nota so soon.” She solemnly handed S the pink napkin. “Isa the devils name.”
S took it and put it in his pocket without looking at it. “Sure. Like I said, don’t let us keep you”.
  Tiffany was laughing. “Hey, come on. We’ve paid. I want to know when this is going to happen. You owe us that.”
The old lady was shaking her head as she stood up.  “Isa best I now go.”
Tiffany spluttered in mock outrage. “I’m going to complain to the consumer affairs people. This future wasn’t good enough. Is there a psychics regulatory body?”
Steven laughed with her. “Yeah. I demand to see this future for myself.” He pretended to pound his fist on the table. 
The old lady was irritated by their mockery. She stared and scowled. “You wanta see your future.”
  The couple stopped laughing.
“You sure you wanta see?” She grabbed Steven arm again. “Alrighta. Have your way. I make you see.”
Tiffany saw Steven was looking alarmed and said. “Wait a minute. Cut it out”.
She released his arm. “Now you willa see. Always remember, twas your own wish”.
She stared to walk away but then stopped and turned to deliver some final words. “Oh, and you wanta to know when will happen? It will nota happen soon but soon you willa know when it willa happen”.
Then she was gone.
“Wow”.
“Well, that was weird”.
Tiffany saw Steven was rubbing his arm. “Aw, did she hurt you baby?”
“No it’s not that. It’s that when she was grabbing my arm there I felt this really cold feeling come through from her hand to me. It was the weirdest sensation. Look, all the hairs on the back of my arm are standing up.”
“Ooooo. Its ..erm.. what is it? It’s the spirits. It’s her evil powers”.
  “Yeah, right. You don’t believe in that stuff, do you?”
“You know I don’t. And neither do you. Shit there’s enough real stuff to be scared of out there without worrying about that bullshit.”
“You and me will never have anything to be scared of Tiffany. We’ll always have each other.”
“Aaaaaawww, baby.”
They kissed.
When the honeymooners left the café they walked, hand in hand, along the seafront. Everything was perfect; the sunshine, the golden sands of the beach, the gleaming blue ocean.
“Oh, that napkin!” Tiffany suddenly remembered. “What name did she write on it? Isa the devilsa name-a!!”
“I don’t know. I didn’t look at it.”
“Let’s see it.”
“Don’t have it.”
“I saw you put it in your pocket”.
“Yeah, I did but I then put it in the bin in the street back there.”
“Awwww. You’re no fun.”
Later, when they were down on the sands, they paddled in the sea. A local woman was selling jewelery on the beach. While Tiffany was distracted looking through her beaded necklaces, S took the napkin from his pocket and looked at it. On the pink paper, it had been crudely scrawled “Jarren”. Steven frowned, crumpled it and threw it into the sea. 
They went back to their hotel and decided to spend some time by the pool.
“I’m sooo hot Stevie. I can’t wait to get in. Are you swimming.”
“Actually Tiff. I’m kind of tired. You jump in. I might just read for a while on the lounger then doze off. I think I’m still a bit jet lagged”.
“Jet lag. Yeah, right. It’s not the Margharitas then?”
Steven playfully threw a towel at her. She threw it back. She took off her sarong, stripping down to a brief, red bikini. Steven lazed back on a sun lounger and admired his wife’s taut, tanned body. She took off her shades. She took off her straw sun hat and shook her sleek hazel bob. “You sure you won’t come in babe?”
“Not right now. I really am sleepy”.
He watched her skip to the pool. Her smooth skin gleamed in the sun. For a while when she was in the water, he watched her over the top of his book and thought about tonight. He loved these days with her but nothing could compare with the nights. Sometimes, during these sunkissed honeymoon days, he had found himself wishing time would move faster, so they could get quicker to the nights. He had scolded himself for thinking this. He had told himself he should savour every moment of this special time of their life. But he just couldn’t help himself. As he lay the on the lounger watching his beautiful wife, gliding through the bright water, he let his eyes slowly close. He let himself fall into a soft, Margarita slumber because that way the nighttime would come quicker. He slept and he dreamed…

“Jarren?”
Tiffany had gone into the kitchen to get more ice for the barbeque when she heard footsteps behind her. He had followed her there.
“Have you come to help me carry some stuff out?” Tiffany was nervous. She was always nervous and flustered around him. She knew he hadn’t followed her to help her carry ice bags.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, Tiffany.”
Her laugh had a tremour in it. “Well, I suppose we’ve just been missing each other. It’s nice to see you now though.”
“Have you been avoiding me Tiffany?”
“Jarron, please don’t.”
“Don’t what?” He moved closer to her.
“Don’t talk to me that way.”
“Why not?”
“I mean…everyone’s just outside. My husbands there, too.” The kitchens blinds were down but she could hear the sounds of the barbeque, just outside. They sounded so far away. This always happened when Jarren was near. Other voices became faded and garbled. Other faces turned to a blur. His gravitational pull was absolute. He dominated every room. Turned every head. Caught every eye. And he was so close to her now.
“Last time we talked I told you were beautiful Tiffany. And you said you didn’t like me saying that.”
“I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t. Jarron, I’ve got to got back outside now.”
“Is it because you don’t think it’s true?”He began to stroke her neck. “Don’t you believe that you’re beautiful, T iffany?”
As soon as she touched her she believed it. Instantly, she felt flawlessly beautiful. More beautiful than she had every felt in her life; the most beautiful woman in the world. She also felt that, if he withdrew his touch and took his baby blue eyes from her, that she would never feel beautiful again.
She said his name. Her held her and kissed her. She lost herself in his strong arms. The kiss went on and on. She forgot everything else. There was nothing else.
Loud laughter from outside shattered the spell. She broke from him.”Jarren, no.”
He smiled and left the room.

“What..you fucking ..NO! For gods sake!” Steven shouted very loudly. Everyone around the pool stopped and stared. Tiffany had her hand on his shoulder. She drew it away in fright when he started shouting.
“Baby, seriously? What the fuck?” Tiffany didn’t swear often.
“Aw, shit. Sorry.” He tried to make himself sound apologetic, but as he looked at her he still felt angry.
  “I only woke you because you’re getting a bit burnt. And it’s all down one side of your face there. That’s going to look weird.” 
Steven realized everyone at the poolside was staring and he was embarrassed. He waggled his head to try and fix out his miswired thinking. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was just a dream. A really intense dream.”
“Erm..so I see.” She nodded her head at the tent pitched in his trunks, then laughed. “Hey, you better have been dreaming about me, mister.”


In the honeymoon suite, Steven and Tiffany made love and then lay in the dark, holding each other.
“I love you, babe.” She whispered into his ear and then kissed it
“I love you.”
“How much are you loving being married?”
“How much are you loving being alive?”
“Aw. Only that much? Seriously?”
“More.”
There was a quiet pause while they nuzzled against each other and she stroked his chest. She tentatively asked “Baby?”
“Yeah”.
“It was different that time. You were different, I mean.”
Steven tried to sound surprised but he knew full well that he had been different that time. “Really? Was I?”
  “Yeah”. She kissed his shoulder.
“Better, do you mean?”
She laughed “Baby, you couldn’t get any better. It was…it was like you were trying to prove something”.
“Hhhmm. You think so. You didn’t like it.”
“Of course, I liked it. But you know you don’t have to prove anything to me, don’t you?”
“I just want to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy.” She kissed his shoulder. She kissed his neck. She kissed his cheek.
“I just wouldn’t want you to, you know, get bored with the same old thing.”
“Babe, I could never, ever, ever get bored with being with you.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
“You promise?”
“Promise.”
They held each other. Tiffany was tired so she soon drifted off. Steven was tired too but he resisted closing his eyes. For more than an hour, he held his wife in his arms, as tightly as he could without waking her. He couldn’t resist forever. Sleep pulled him down…

She wasn’t going to tell anyone about the kiss. She wasn’t going to talk to him again; not one word. She was never even going to look at him again. Not today and not ever.
She walked through the guests at the barbeque, with her bags of ice, like a drug smuggler going through customs; eyes rigidly forward. Halfway across her back lawn, her will broke and looked around to see where he was.
“Here, let me take them, Tiffany.” Someone took the bags of ice from her hands. She didn’t notice who. It wasn’t Jarren.
Jarren was standing in the garden’s sunniest spot, talking to a girl. Six foot two inches of irressitable combinations. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Smooth, tanned skin and sculpted muscle. Beauty and badness. His good looks were heartbreaking. His self-assurance breathtaking. He was nineteen years old.
Tiffany  joined three of her girlfriends. The first thing Jesse said too her was: “Oh, have you caught some son Tiff or is it just the wine? You’re looking very flushed.”
Tiffany hadn’t caught the sun or had any wine but she could, indeed, feel that her cheeks were flaming red. To prove just how normal everything was she launched into a spiel about how glad she was that lots of people had turned up and she had worried that not many would come, but then again she should would have prepared for more people because the chicken legs were all gone already and the soft drinks had nearly run out and maybe she should send Steven to the shops for more and hadn’t they been lucky with the weather.
“Ooooo, I see Jarren’s here”. Kate interrupted excitedly.
Great! thought Tiffany.
“Who’s that he’s talking to? Is that  his girlfriend?” asked Jesse.
“No’, said Tiffany, sharply. Then, with a forcedly, casual voice. “That’s Bree from Steven work. She won’t even have met him before.”
“Look at falling her for him already, though. Playing with her hair and giggling at everything he says. Don’t you feel sorry for her?”
Actually, no, Tiffany didn’t feel sorry for her. She had only met Bree twice. She had seemed very nice. But as Tiffany watched Bree, basking in the gaze of those baby blue eyes, no doubt feeling herself the most beautiful girl in the world, Tiffany didn’t feel sorry for her at all. She found that she loathed her. She wanted to push her pretty, freckled face into the coleslaw bowl. 
“You must have heard the stories about him,Tiffany?”
“No.” Tiffany shrugged. Both her lie and her shrug were unconvincing. She hadn’t just heard the stories about him. She had devoured the stories about him.
“You know, even if I was still married,” Jesse was leering at Jarren’s biceps and licking her lips “I’d still do him in a second”.
The others squeled with laughter. Jesse was the naughty girl of the group. Twice divorced and licienced to say the unsayable.
“Well, it didn’t stop Anna Storebridge did it.” She protested.
“No! No more about Jarron and Anna Storebridge. That was all anyone talked about for months,”said Katie.
“And you work with her now don’t you Danni. How is she?”
“A mess. Having that affair, basically, ruined her whole life.”
  Tiffany snapped: “She deserved to have her life ruined. What she did to her husband was just terrible. He was destroyed. She was unbelievably, stupid and selfish.”
“Hey, you said you hadn’t heard the stories.”
Tiffany glared across the garden at Jarren and thought, ‘he better not even look at me today’.
“A bit harsh, Tiffany.”
“I just can’t understand how anyone could behave like that”.
“I know it was nuts but lust will drive some people nuts,”
“She says it was love. For her it was, anyway. He’s still all she talks about. Its really freaky hearing a twenty nine year old talk about a nineteen year old like that. I mean, you can understand all those girl his own age throwing themselves at him.”
“I wouldn’t have fallen for him at that age either,” said Tiffany.
“You liar”.
“I’ve never liked guys like that”.
“What don’t you like? Gorgeous? Hunky?”
“Mean. Cruel. He hurts people”.
“Tiffany we all know you’re a happily married woman but are you seriously saying when you look over there at Jarren you don’t think- WOW!”
Tiffany sighed and shook her head. “ When I look at a guy like that…” as she looked at him her voice faltered “…”when I look at Jarron, I just think…um...I think…” And as she looked  at him she thought: why the fuck won’t he look at me. And that  preening little, bitch Bree better get away from him right now.
Jealousy; like a scythe, slicing away all ambiguity. In the kitchen, after he had kissed her, she had struggled with appalling confusion. What did these things- the butterflies in the stomach, the shaking hands- actually mean? There was no confusion now. That stab off jealousy cleared the way for the truth. It was an appalling truth. A truth she didn’t want to know. A truth that could only destroy her. She felt she might crumple into tears.
A quiet voice spoke. It was from close by but had all the impression of a distant buzzing, she was so overwhelmed by emotion and by the beautiful face across the crowded garden.
A slight movement of a head lifted her from hell to heaven. Jarren looked away from his companion. Those blue eyes sought Tiffany out and found her. She basked in his gaze and again, knew that she was beautiful. Truth, suddenly, was bliss.
The quiet voice beside her spoke louder. Then, louder still. A hand shook her shoulder.
“Tiffany, I said. I’m going to quickly pop out for some more Coke. I’ve been talking to you for a while. Didn’t you hear me?”
“I’m sorry, Stevie. I didn’t notice you”.

“Tell me about it”.
“Nah. People who go on about their dreams are boring,” he said and then pretended to be distracted by the menu.
“It obviously wasn’t a boring dream. You were really upset. Were you crying?”
 He laughed “Oh, come on.”
“Why were you covering your face then? Come on babe, we always said we would be honest about everything.”
They had always said that. They had said it that first night they spent up all night together just talking; they had said it after he asked her to marry him and they had that long walk along the river bank planning their new life. When he woke up, he covered his face because he couldn’t bear to look at her. He had, at that moment, felt hatred towards her. Could he really be truthful about that?
“I can’t even remember it now anyway. The fish looks nice. Are you ready to order yet?“
“Yeah, I’ll have the fish too. Dreams are so weird aren’t they? They always seem to make sense at the time but then you wake up and think ‘that was nuts! How did I imagine that’.
Steven nodded in agreement while thinking that, no, that wasn’t the way of these dreams at all. These dreams had none of the crazy, scrambled logic of dreams. They made sense at the time and still made sense during the waking hours. These dreams weren’t even seen through his own eyes. In these dream he saw and felt what Tiffany did. In fact these dreams weren’t like dreams at all. They were more like..more like…You want I tella your future.
The restaurant was quiet. At one of the only other occupied tables, sat an obese man in his fifties with an attractive Asian woman in her twenties. Steven and Tiffany had saw them when they first came in and exchanged smirks. Now the couple were leaving. As they walked, passed Steven and Tiffany’s table, toward the exit, the man grabbed the young woman’s mini-skirted ass. She giggled and grabbed the mans own backside, or at least what little she could of its vast, flabby proportions with her own little hand.
When they left Tiffany groaned, “Uuugh, I really wish I hadn’t saw that, right before dinner.”
“Its obviously a meeting of minds. True love.”
“Definitely. She‘s took one glance at his wallet and she was head over heels.”
“You’re so cynical, Tiffany. Just because he ate one of the sharing plates by himself doesn’t mean he’s not loveable. That’s being sizeist.”
“No, I’m being ageist. Fat and ugly might be okay. But fat and ugly and and eighty is too much. “
“Eighty? He was only about fifty”
“No. You see the thing with fat people is, it stretches out their faces so they look younger. He’s got thirty years of wrinkles that you can’t see.”
Steven laughed. She could always make him laugh; more than any of his male friends, even on his darkest days.
As casually as he could, Steven asked “So you don’t approve of age gap relationships? What about the other way around? Gender reversal”
“You mean older woman, younger guy –oh, here comes my our fish. Looks nice.”
“Yeah. What do you think about that?”
“If you’re asking me if I ever have, then the answers no.  All my boyfriends before you were the same age or a couple of years older. “
“But in general, what do you think. “
She shrugged.
“You don’t understand why some women would be attracted to that? You know; youth, stamina, dynamism.”
“Immaturity, acne, diapers.” 
“Seriously?”
“Babe, I’m not normally judgmental about other people relationships but any time I see a woman with a younger guy, I want to laugh. I just feel like she’s making a fool of herself.”
Steven felt a warm glow of relief flow through him. He decided that his dream had been truly crazy, for all its seeming logic. It was crazy to imagine the thoughts of the woman in his dream, could be the same as this woman sitting with him now. The woman he was so ridiculously fortunate to be married to; the sweetest, funniest, kindest woman in the world.
The meal was excellent. The fish was delicious; same day, line caught and happily swimming in its pool of garlic sauce. The white wine was a meld of fruit and joyful sunshine. The sweet rapture of the deserts clung to the tongue. They talked and they laughed.
Steven began to tell Tiffany a story and, while he talked, he heard the restaurant door opening behind him. Tiffany’s eye darted to the door. Steven could tell she was no longer listening to him. She was instantly focused on whoever had come through the door. Her eyes widened in excitement. Her lips parted slightly as, slowly, she looked the person up and down.  Unmistakable desire was on her features.
Steven’s heart began to pound. The fish, wine and desert started an ugly brawl in his stomach. He felt faint. He stopped talking and Tiffany didn’t notice. She was still transfixed by whoever was behind him. Steven heard himself whimper. “Tiffany can you hear me?”
She didn’t. Her excited attention was still fixed on the other person. In absolute dread, Steven very slowly turned around. His heart was hammering so hard in chest it was painful. His palm was so sweaty his wine glass threatened to slide out of his grip.
He found that standing behind his back was a young woman.
“I’m sorry Steven what were you saying there? I got totally distracted by that girls dress. That design is so exactly what I’ve been looking for. I’m not sure about that colour though.”
After the meal they walked along the seafront in the moonlight. Delicate, silver stitches wriggled far out on the black ocean but then hit the harbour walls as violent, salty crashes. The warm air was like velvet on the skin. Other young lovers, other honeymooners, walked passed them and the strangers would smile at them knowingly as if in secret confederacy.
“I’m so happy,” said Tiffany but then she burst into tears.
He took her in his arms “Tiff, what’s the matter?”
“It’s the last night of our honeymoon.”
“Aw, baby don’t cry. It’s been lovely, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah and now it’s over.”
He tilted her sobbing face up to look at his. “Tiff, listen to me. Nothing is over. It’s only just beginning. This is just the start of the rest of our lives together. It’s only going to get better.”
Tiffany beautiful smile broke through her tears “It will?”
“Every day is going to be a honeymoon; every day better than the last. We’re just going to love each other more as the years go by.”
“We’re going to just never stop being happy aren’t we?”
“Happier and happier.”
“For ever and ever?”
“For ever and ever.”
The honeymooners clung to each other in the moonlight.


  “I love you,” she said.
“Oh, yeah”.
“I do honestly.” She  took his offhandedness for disbelief, that needed convincing. Her voice now had pleading quality “You’re everything to me.”
His finger traced along her lower lip, while she basked in his baby blue eyes. She kissed the tip of his finger then suckled on the nub. “Prove it,” he said.
She took his handsome, young face in her hands and began to kiss him on the mouth. Her hands peeled the silk shirt from his hard muscular body. “Oh, Jarren.”
They got off from the couch and brought their champagne glasses down onto the rug in front of the fireplace. Jarren was stripped to the waist. Tiffany was in her underwear. She had greeted him at the door in her underwear.
“How long have we got?”
“No-one else will be here until tomorrow. You can stay all night – Please stay all night, Jarren”
He smirked arrogantly.
Tiffany raised her glass. “To us, darling.” They clinked glasses then drank. They exchanged lingering champagne kisses.
A flurry of snow blew against the window. It was a week from Christmass. The living room was decorated with pink and silver tinsel. The lights on the tree winked on and off. Plastic holy  grew from the frames of family photos. Jarred and Tiffany were right beneath the mistletoe.
Her lips moved down the body of her nineteen year old lover, kissing his neck, his powerful chest then lingered on the defined stomach muscles. Jarren lay back on the rug. His hands reached around the back of her head, where pins held up her hair, and began to loosen them. She unfastened his trousers while her long brown hair tumbled free. The fairy on the tree, the little porcelain Santas and the family photos on the walls, all watched while she took Jarren’s cock into her mouth. While her head bobbed, the heat from the fire chastised her bare skin.
Soon after he came, Tiffany gasped in excitement to see that he was ready to start again. Youth, dynamism, stamina. He removed her bra and moved his large hands to her breasts, his mouth to her nipples. Waves of pleasure, like she had never known before, radiated through her. She started to pull down her panties but Jarren, thoroughly in command now, stopped her. He gathered her up into his arms and then began to carry her, as easily as he might a rag doll.
“Oh, my darling,” Tiffany moaned as he carried her up the stairs towards her marital bed. “I love you.”
Jarren laid her own the bed. He got on to of her and began to kiss her hungrily and ferociously. Unexpectedly, he stopped cold. He glared down at her.
“Jarren, what’s wrong.”
“What about your husband?”
Tiffany gasped in confusion “Forget him. He doesn’t matter.”
“You don’t care about him?”
“No, I don’t- please, darling.”
“You don’t love him?”
“No I don’t love him any more. I only love you.”
Only then did he remove the little, pink lace panties.
“You’re all that matters my darling. Only you. He doesn’t matter. He’s nothing to me now……oooohhh, Jarren,” she groaned as he pushed himself inside her. “Jarren, I’ll never love anyone else but you again…oh, Jarren, oh Jarren…oooooooohhh….”

“Aaaaaaaaarrrrggghh!” Steven woke up roaring and thrashing at the bedsheets. His hands were clenched into painful fists. Once they had fought off the sheets they thumped on the mattress. His head pounded from the hot blood rushing through it. His foot collided with a lampshade. He tumbled and fell on the floor.
Shattered, he lay on the floor and listened to the waves on the beach. He heard Tiffany’s gentle snoring. Amazingly, she had slept through his commotion but, from some rumbling through the wall, he could tell he had woken someone in the neighbouring suite. With shaking hands, he switched on the light. Tiffany was sleeping soundly on her side. He looked down at her beautiful profile. His hands began to shake violently. He tried to control them, then, realized with a shock, where they wanted to go. They wanted to fasten themselves around Tiffany’s throat. He fled into the bathroom and locked the door.
“What is this buddy? Eh? What is this,” he said before realizing he had said it aloud and too loudly. He washed his face in cold water and, then, gave his reflection a stern talking to.
What is this? The power of suggestion? Mentalism? Repressed anxiety about getting married? It doesn’t matter what it is, because it’s over. You hear me, Steven, it ends right now, he silently told himself. No more dreams. And if you do have one, you are going to shove it out of your mind the very second you wake up. Tomorrow you are going to fly home and begin your marriage to the most wonderful woman in the world. You are not going to let anything –not that old hag, not your subconscious – anything, get in the way of that. You hear me.
He stared at his reflection for along time. He went to leave but turned and spoke to the mirror one last time “No more.”

It worked. During the next day, Steven if anything from the night tried to intrude on his thought he exterminated it with all mental energy and extreme prejudice. When, he fell asleep on the plane, he dreamed the usual jumbled nonsense of dreams. He awoke with Tiffany’s head on his shoulder and a big smile on his face.
“I can’t wait to get home,” said Tiffany, in the taxi back from the airport.
“You were crying because it was over’”
“Yeah, well now it’s a new beginning.” She cuddled up against him “Mr and Mrs.”
The taxi found their street.
“I do hope the house is alright, Stevie. I did ask dad to water the plants but he’s so forgetful- oh, look, new neighbours.”
A removal trunk was parked in front of next door. A middle aged couple and two teenage girls had formed a chain to pass boxes.  The woman greeted them with gushing friendliness. “Hiii. It’s Steven and Tiffany isn’t it? I heard you were on honeymoon. Congratulations.”
They accepted congratulatory hugs and kisses from the strangers, Tiffany with enthusiasm, Steven with a little irritation. They meant well but the famil,y he felt, they were intruding into their special private moment; the honeymoon homecoming, the triumphant return. While Tiffany chatted to them over the fence and Steven preferred to just stand next to her in the driveway and contemplate the house. Their home. He felt so proud and so happy.
“How long have you been here, Tiffany.”
“Just a couple of months. We’re not going anywhere. We love it here. I can see us staying here ten, fifteen years.
“We love it too. We were so lucky to get it. Frank put that TV down a minute. Come and introduce yourself.”
Frank did as he was told. “Hi, I’m Frank Manyon. You’ve already met Maureen but don’t let that put you off. Ha ha. The rest of us are nice. These are our girls, Sara and Laura.”
“Hi”
“How are you?”
“Hi”
“Good to meet you”
“Likewise.”
“Wait and I’ll get the other one to come and say hello.”
Steven shook hands but quickly found himself distracted again, contemplating the front of their beautiful house; the life they would make there. He was itching to carry Tiffany over the threshold.
“Jarren!”
On the sound of the name, the world seemed to start spinning. Steven felt faint.
  “Jarren. Whatever your doing come here and say hello.”
  Steven turned away. He didn’t want to look.”
“Jarren, come and show yourself now.”
No, thought Steven, don’t show yourself now. Don’t show yourself ever.
He didn’t look. He couldn’t look. But he heardfootsteps coming from around the side of the Manyon’s family home and crunch across their driveway.
“Ooooohhhh. Wow. Aren’t you handsome.” Tiffany gasped in admiration. Steven heard himself make a little whimper of fear. With horrible trepidation, he turned to look. He turned slowly, slowly…
A ten year old boy was standing in the driveway. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was, just as Tiffany had said, incredibly handsome.
“He is lovely, isn’t he. Everybody just adores him” The mother gushed.
“I’m not surprised. He is an absolute hunk.” Tiffany gushed.
The sisters gushed too. Jarren acknowledged the adoration with a little sneer. Only the father looked unimpressed. He rolled his eyes and said to Steven: ”We’ve got to keep our eyes on this one.”
Steven found he couldn’t speak. He could only stand and stare at the handsome, ten year old, horribly mesmerized.
You want I tella your fortune.Isa good you knowa your future.
Jarren saw him staring and stared back. The others moved away a bit, as Tiffany showed them what they had done with their garden. Steven and Jarren stayed where they were, looking at each other over the fence. Numb with shock, Steven couldn’t think about how strange his own behaviour was. He couldn’t look away. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Incredibly handsome. Ten years old.
  It will nota happen soon but soon you willa know when it willa happen.
Jarren stared back at him. Lazily he looked over this stranger, shivering in summer clothes on a cold day, sunburn down one half of his face. He smirked dismissively, then he walked away. Steven stayed where he was. He couldn’t move.
The others came back towards him. Jarren’s mother said to Tiffany “Yes, I think while be staying here for a long time too. But then again, I suppose you never really know what the future holds.”
Tiffany put her arms around Steven. “Right then, my darling husband. Are you going to carry me over the alter? “
She was disappointed that he couldn’t. Steven found that he was far too weak.
 
THE END. 


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