Christine

By C. Sean McGee

This is the story of Christine and the day that she grew a penis.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. Sean McGee
• Release date: Apr 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301760848

C. Sean McGee

"I write weird books."

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CHRISTINE

by

C. Sean McGee

CHRISTINE

Copyright© 2013 Cian Sean McGee

Rotting Flower

Published at Smashwords

First Edition - Santo Andre, São Paulo - 2013

Second Edition – Araraquara, São Paulo, 2024

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Cover Design: C. Sean McGee

Interior layout: C. Sean McGee

This book was inspired by the following albums:

Portishead:  Dummy

&

Death:  The Sound of Perseverance

Chapters

CHAPTER 0

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 0

The shades were drawn, keeping the wonderful illusion of night acting out its façade, helping the young woman who lay curled underneath the blankets stay cozy and warm in her sleep.

Morning had broken some minutes or hours before, but the oppressive light had yet to steal Christine from her dreaming. And so, as her eyelids flickered, her mind imagined all the things that were only real here, in the comfort of her bed, behind flickering eyelids and drawn shades.

The sound of a noirish guitar played lightly from the cell phone beside her bed that was just within her hand’s reach. Her mattress was laid out on the floor and she stretched across the entire bed, sleeping like a young child, on any angle that suited her.

The noirish guitar then danced with a noirish, triste voice, slowly building in its waking resonance so that Christine’s eyelids flickered - at first trifling, then trembling and then finally alerting as the theatre in her mind lowered its curtains.

Her eyes opened with heavy applause as the ethereal woman canting from the music on her phone sang about uncertainty with such a salient and alleging demureness that it had Christine wanting this kind of affection, to be stripped of the fantasy of her own self.

As the tempo shifted and the beat shuffled through her bones, Christine lifted herself up until she was seated, leaning her heavy head against the palms of her hands.

Beside her, sprawled out on his back, lay her knotted, orange Persian, his legs stretching out from his pudgy and knotted orange body. Etched upon his face was a ginger smile, hidden underneath a mess of curling and intertwining whiskers, knotted like the scruffy fur on his body.

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