Jimbo (an excerpt)
...The breeze was sticky with salt and pungent with fish. The moon was full with milky light and balanced delicately on the water’s edge like a luminous coin. Its reflection rippled on the water streching out from the horizon like glass.
Jimbo stared at the moon and the moon stared back, pulling him toward her like the tide. He walked slowly, almost religiously, toward the ocean; the gentle lapping of the waves beckoning him forward. He kept walking until he was waist deep in water and was able to feel the cool current tugging at his ankles.
Jimbo stood silently, surrounded by the inky blackness of the ocean, and let his thoughts wash over him with the waves. The seaweed wrapped around his thighs and touched a primal fear deep within him, and stripped him of his manhood. The memories swept over Jimbo, and he began to smell Rosanna in the breeze and see her face in the moon.
Her voice was all around him now. It was in the wind.
Something began to twist violently inside of his chest and it snapped his body free from numbness. Jimbo let out a roar that came from deep within his belly. He stilled himself, and when the ripples had settled, Jimbo was able to see his reflection in the moonlight. He was beginning to look old, he thought, and his eyes were sinking farther and farther into his head.
Jimbo broke though his reflection and plunged into the darkness of the sea. He floated weightlessly in the brine until his thoughts were silenced, and all that he could hear was the sound of the ocean pulsing in his ears.
