Malvinas

This Story, Malvinas, Is of Free Copyright.

19/7/10

Verse 1

A chubby man with a ginger moustache leading to a short beard, steps quietly from a Main Street bar, New York. Once past the window, his heeled boots carry him at haste along the pavement beside the quiet roadway. Picking up his knees as he does so, and his chubby fists clenched as they keep rhythm with his noisily trotting feet, his blue eyes fixed toward, and lips attempting in vain to close over the words, "Malvinas!" He huffs and gasps to breathe but faithfully chants, "Malvinas is here!"
The chubby man sees a yellow cab taxi beside, but only slows to look at the driver, who stares meaninglessly back at him.
Running ahead, he sees his personnel manager open the door of a deep blue limousine for the director of a large financial concern, Citigroup, both who halt him and calm the distressed man. The personnel manager allows to telephone the sheriff, bringing the tubby gent into the building.
Meanwhile, the director, dressed in suit waistcoat, trousers, shirt and tie, asks the chauffeur to connect his car phone to an AT&T circuit.

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Story Commenced: 27/6/10
Last Update: 19/7/10