Some of you will already have read Obeying Rigel. You’ll therefore be more than familiar with the dynamic, vigorous and oh so Toppy Rigel. In Obeying Rigel she’s a slick ladies woman, but there is a past hinted at, a chaotic past full of recrimination and other things starting with r. This is a little excerpt from what could be a prequel which I’m dubbing ‘Lessons for Rigel’.
Lessons for Rigel
Fresh from a post-workout shower, Chris ‘Tank’ Watkins stretched and pushed her way out of the gym. It was late, almost midnight and it had been a long day. She was about to turn around and lock the door when the sounds of loud banging and cursing distracted her from her task.
Out in the carpark, a small, very familiar, figure was beating the shit out of her car. She was fashion forward in the year of our lord 1985 which meant being dressed in tight stonewash jeans and a matching jacket. She threw punch after kick after punch at the body of the Corolla. Her dark shaggy hair, long at the back but shaved short at the front, swung across her pale face obscuring the scowl from time to time.
“Rigel!” Chris dropped her gym bag and jogged over to the scene of the auto beating in progress. “Rigel, settle down.”
“No.” The smaller woman balled her fist and slammed it into the side of her car. Her knuckles bloomed with red pain, little cuts breaking open in the skin from repeated punishment.
