Lady Bacon

Police officer Cristin Morry stood tall. Tall like trees or skyscrapers or basketball players. She played some in her day. At six feet three inches, she towered over the guys on the force. Her hair looked pert in its tight, brown donut bun. With skin the color of vanilla wafers, she stood out amongst her peers in the Wilmington Police Department in Delaware. As she walked her beat, she noticed two teenagers.

“Hey, you two. Why don’t we keep it pushing? I don’t want to have to cite you for loitering.”

“Lady bacon, please….” said Tyreek and Lamron just sneered.

“You know that’s cute. I get it. Bacon, pig. But I am certain you don’t know the real Lady Ann Bacon….”

“Save the story, Mrs. Officer.” Lamron and Tyreek ambled on their way. Cristin watched them turn a corner down a dark street.

The young men trekked until three hoods stepped across their paths.

“You already know what it is. Run those pockets,” the first hood announced.

Tyreek and Lamron froze with fear. They started going through their clothes. No cash could be found on them but they did have smartphones. The hoods grabbed their loot and started running in the opposite direction, the same way that Tyreek and Lamron had just originated. Cristin walked right in front of the hoods, her pistol drawn.

“Alright, hands in the air. Let’s see them.”

Cristin had radioed for backup when she heard the hoodlums shout and demand belongings. Her partners Dominic Strickland and Bruce Canton clamped the cold steel bracelets of justice around their wrists. Tyreek and Lamron just stood there in amazement as if some miracle had been performed. Their eyes wide, they looked at Cristin.

“We’re sorry…we didn’t mean…,” Lamron muttered.

“It’s okay kid, just look up Lady Bacon tonight.”