Christine was in the Renaissance. Monday had arranged for a clothing company to bring in some clothes, both male and female for the alien inhabitants of the Renaissance. Christine had come down to try on clothing for the first time since having her DNA scrambled against her will by General Belvedere Brown.
Christine went back upstairs and died her coyote grey fur brown and did the best she could to look great. She finally felt like a woman again, albeit an Antican woman. She sat down at her computer and began to blog about the fine work of the King's County Sheriff's Department and is membership speaking glowingly about Sheriff Vincent Viceroy who commands the unit. She spoke of the integration between the police force and King's County Medical and the amazing doctors and nurses who operate that facility.
She sat back from the computer and looked at the screen. She started to see hit after hit. She smiled. She had forgotten how rewarding that feeling could be. She started to tear up when excerpts of her blog were being retweeted with the hashtag #bluelivesmatter.
Christine felt alive again. She had to call someone. She had to tell someone. Christine called Bell. She started to cry as she described rebooting her life as the Blue Blogger. He smiled, "Congratulations."
"Will you stop by after your shift?", Christine asked.
"Are you sure?", Bell asked.
"Please.", Christine repeated.
Bell walked into Christine's apartment. She stepped out of the hallway and into the light.
Bell looked at Christine, "Wow!"
"You just wait.", Christine dropped her tight leather pants.
Bell gasped.
Christine looked at him, "I missed you!"
Bell grabbed her. Christine jumped into his muscular arms.
Posted by:
Christine T'Nley
Internet Blogger
Renaissance Apartments
Brooklyn NY
