Taken from The Coming of Grace which is now on sale on Amazon.com.
Now seeing her stupidity and resenting his remarks, she retorted sarcastically, “Please consider yourself lucky that you not charged with statutory rape!”
Ignoring her remarks, he continued smiling as he picked the fish up; he placed it in the nearby bucket. Changing her disposition, she embraced him, initiating a truce. They laughed and hugged. They stayed at the pier a while longer in hopes of getting another fish. She remained at his side, looking out for approaching fish. He would occasionally glance over at her with a smile every few minutes.
Rebekah was unsure if he was thinking, “Oh, God, why me? Is this woman operating with a full deck of cards?” or “Man, am I crazy or what?! If she is nuts, she would not know it, but I can see it! Oh, brother, what am I doing here? What a nut-job?”
Chapter two continues, taken from The Coming of Grace.
Rebekah jumped around, screaming as the fish struggled and thrashed its’ body around. She acted as if the fish would come after her in her antics; she looked like she was doing a rain dance. The whole scenario bordered between comical and downright lunacy. Dimitris was fishing at the other end of the pier and heard the commotion. He looked over at her in utter disbelief. He hurried to her side and doubled over with laughter. Rebekah saw his reaction and ceased making a spectacle of herself.
“Baby, you are like a little girl,” Dimitris remarked with a broad grin.
“I cannot believe you’re afraid of a fish that weighs no more than five pounds. You are too funny! You are behaving as if it is a whale. With you, I have a woman and a little girl all wrapped into one, and I am not sure which one is going to be the death of me?!”
“Wow, what a beauty!” Rebekah exclaimed, staring at the fish with delight.
Placing the catch at her feet, he gleamed with pride while she giggled like a schoolgirl and moved away from it, not wanting it to touch her feet in its effort to survive. The fish could not have weighed more than five pounds; she watched it thrash around for a while. Its struggle began to dissipate, then finally stopped. Assuming it was dead, she hurried over to it and picked it up. It now lay limp in her hand. She retrieved the wire brush from the bucket close by and began to remove its scales.
Dimitris had always been the one to scale and gut the fish, but today Rebecca wanted to do more than merely watch. To Rebekah’s surprise, when the fish felt the wire bristles, it whipped its tail back and forth with such a tremendous force. Rebekah, startled by it, tossed the fish in mid-air as if she intended it to fly. The fish landed on the ground, where it continued its fight for survival. Rebekah took off, hollering, “Dimitris!”
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It was not that she couldn’t catch one. Instead, she would become squeamish whenever a fish would bite, and she would, in turn, release the rod allowing the fish to escape. Nevertheless, she was determined not to disappoint him. Dimitris’s response was pretty much the same amusement each time she tried. He once jokingly stated, “I thought I had met a woman when I met you, but apparently, I ended up with a woman and a child all wrapped in one. It seems I didn’t introduce myself to the child!”
Rebekah didn’t find that funny and responded, “How could you say such a thing?! I don’t find that funny!”
Whenever the two were in each other’s company, there was rarely a dull moment between them. Dimitris was convinced Rebekah would either add to his longevity or altogether shorten his life. He was not shy about making that known. It just so happened that she had caught a big fish on a fluke on this day. Dimitris was close by and quickly grabbed the rod as Rebekah was about to drop it. Bubbling with excitement, she watched while staying at what she considered a safe distance; Dimitris struggled to reel in the fish and caught it he did. Continues…..
Taken from The Coming of Grace, now on sale on Amazon.com
She and Dimitris did everything together as if fused at the hip. They went fishing at least three times a week, and she loved watching him fish. She reminisced about those times that left an indelible mark on her psychic, and now it was such another time. Upon reflection from a bird’s eye view, a moment had caused her to question her mental state; one occasion stood out the most among the rest.
On this particular day, Dimitris and Rebekah had gone fishing, as was their usual pastime. Dimitris had been showing Rebekah how to hold a fishing rod and toss a line. After several tries, she realized that fishing was not her forte. Rebekah thought it probably would have been easier for her to hook herself with the line than the bait. But she did not want to disappoint Dimitris after all his effort teaching her how to fish. So, she kept on trying. (The chapter continues tomorrow.) Taken from The Coming of Grace.
The medical personnel kept her in the hospital for the better part of the day for observation. There were extensive soft tissue damage and a back injury, none of which was life-threatening. At day’s end, they discharged her with medications and instructions to be seen by her private physician. The address she used at the hospital was Lucy’s because her driver’s license reflected it. However, she no longer lived there.
She had planned on leaving the state, concluding that it was time to move on with her life, which factored into her not changing her driver’s license address. Instead, she planned to travel up north, where more financial opportunities were readily available. But with Dimitris back in her life, she decided to give them another try.
There were valid concerns about his ability to remain reliable and stable, primarily because of his gambling habits. Nevertheless, Rebekah decided to make the best of their friendship and companionship, rekindling their relationship.
On the realization of accomplishing her feat, she sobbed uncontrollably, overwhelmed with emotion.
The truck driver rushed over to her, checking if she had any signs of visible injuries. Not seeing any, he redirected his concerns to the damages to his truck. People passing by stopped to check on her and notified the police. An ambulance arrived several minutes later, about the same time as the police officers did. After their report, the ambulance took her to the hospital. Rebekah at the hospital lay transfixed on her stomach, squirming in pain. Although there were no physical signs of injury, her body was aching all over, and her back hurt the most.
Rebekah mumbled, “Nurse, please help me. God, please help me. You have been with me through the worst you have been my ever-present help in times of trouble; I need you now. Jesus, do send help. I’m hurting all over.”
Rebekah hollered through her meltdown, realizing how close she had come to join her father. But it was not her time for her to go.
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Rebekah became engulfed in a thick plume of black smoke. She was gasping for air in the thickness of the smoke. She shook her head as she became gripped in fright; her face was now within inches of the truck’s bumper. Blood started rushing from her head to her feet and back again. Her heart pounded like a drum beating loudly in her head; she was sure that others who witnessed the accident had to have heard it too.
Suddenly, she heard a loud screeching followed by a jolting sound, and the car became detached from the truck as if an unseen force separated the two. Upon its release, the car darted away from the Box Truck towards the grassy median unto the oncoming morning traffic. In her fight and flight, the fear heightened her survival skills. Rebekah screamed while navigating the car; she slammed on the brakes, forcing it to a stop. Rebekah moved her head, assessing her situation. There were no visual signs of external bleeding, and she was still in control of her extremities. Nevertheless, she continued screaming, “Have mercy, God, please don’t let me die today?!”
Rebekah took off to pick up her cousins. She was beaming at the prospect of what was ahead of them; she had never had the experience of fishing with them, and she looked forward to it. Mumbling a song out of tune, occasionally, Rebekah looked ahead while checking the side and rear-view mirrors. Then, a commercial box truck that she had seen minutes earlier in the opposite lane without warning T- boned her car, sending it careening out of control. As it reeled into a tailspin, the horrible sound of screeching metal and the squealing sounds of tires deafened her screams as she fought to maintain control of the car. Rebekah had come to learn that despite her best efforts, problems always seemed to find her. She was now fighting to regain control of the car while screaming at the top of her lungs. Still, her cries were of no help, deafened by the unmistakable eerie sounds of rubber and metal screeching together.
The car spun around, and the vehicle headed directly towards the truck, becoming fused into the front bumper. Peering into the grid of its bumper, Rebekah screamed for her Savior. Once more—the one who always came to her rescue. “Jesus, have mercy, please have mercy on me! Please, do not let me die, please, don’t let me die here today?!” she hollered through the horrific sounds of crunching of metals.
Taken from The Coming of Grace and will continue until November 30th, 2021.
The ceremony went as planned. The air filled with the festivities of the celebratory event. Streams of light rained down from the glass ceiling, climaxing in the nuptials between Lucy and her now-husband. Those moments were surreal and seemed almost photo-shopped to perfection. It was hard not to tear up; Rebekah got swept away with emotions, dabbed her eyes with the tissue she held in her hand. They were happy tears. Rebekah hoped the beautiful reflection of the day would indicate a life of bliss for the now-married couple.
During the time of Rebekah’s estrangement from Dimitris, she resided with Lucy. However, upon Dimitris’s return, she reconciled with him moving into their rented place in town. But, unfortunately, he had already lost all they had in his gambling binge, which created a rift between them that led to separation.
The day after the wedding, at 6:30 AM, Rebekah and Dimitris got up early for a fishing trip that they had planned. They were supposed to pick up Rebekah’s other family members that were in town for the wedding. However, fate had already set a series of events in motion, altering that plan. Dimitris decided at the last minute; he wanted to be dropped off first at the pier.
“Baby, let’s go to the pier first. I want to get us a good spot there. You get Melanie and Elaine. I’ll wait there for you at the pier.”
He kissed her goodbye as she walked back to her car.
On getting to the car, he yelled out, “Honey, I love you! Please drive carefully.” What he said was something anyone would say when seeing their loved one leave. But today was different. There was something ominous about the words, “Drive carefully.” Continue… Taken from The Coming of Grace, available on Amazon.
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