Tuesday, February 16, 2016


The Twisting Fight
G. G. Rebimik

The two—they was fightin’, see. 

Yeah, I seen it—seen plenty.

There was a swing, a jab, even a sucker punch—whatever it took.

It went on for a while, past normal understandin’.

You’d know these things if you saw—if you could only see.

They’z wanted the other dead and gone.

Not comin’ around for feed. 

There was a reward in seein’ it, too, but you wouldn’t understand unless you was a street rat--like me—one who don’t care much.

Don’t let Ma be tellin’ you otherwise.

Hear me?

She loved ‘em both, but maybe she don’t really love nobody.  

She produced ‘em—yeah, then set them on each other.

I could be tellin’ all, but remember, street rats don’t know much.

Like if l’d break down and tell ‘bout “The Long Night.”

Was it dark?  

How long?

How dark?

It goes on past thinkin’.  

You can trust a street rat on this one subject.  Others, not so much.

You’d certainly lose faith--more likely just your mind.  

...to be continued 


Monday, February 15, 2016

Gin & Cooper

Gin & Cooper - Book One

Chapter One - August 31st.

It was calm at Hampton Inlet when Sam Cooper dropped anchor from the bow of his thirty-eight foot sailboat. 

He had done it a thousand times, but this time a reflection in the water caught his eye and he stood still, staring into the water.  

Gin made her way forward wondering what was going on.

“Is there a problem, Cooper?” 

“Yeah, fear and death.”

“Is our first date that bad?” Gin said. 

“Good friends of mine went to the bottom.  I see their faces at times.”

Gin listened carefully.  

 “There's little help crossing an ocean,” Coop said.

“Cooper, we’re just testing things.”

“They were twenty-three, Gin.”

  “We’ll stay close to land—just a few strokes and we’ll be at a coffee shop.  You worried for me?”

   "...I can't do this to you."

    "Do what?"

   “The dangers never end, Gin.”

“You’re worried for me, right?  This a good spot for lunch—nice and sunny?”

“Perfect,” Coop said.

“Good.”   Gin stepped forward and shoved Coop over the rail.  

Coop hit hard, spearing into the water.  He disappeared.