London Telephones: Part-2

A Story by Abishai100

Funny trilogy-piece about choreography of eco-heist gossip 'language' in the great UK for an American musketeer and recruited daisy-teller Ezzy (fiction).

Heist trilogy for your end-of-Summer Friday (set in the 'glassy' UK). Thanks for reading,

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Mr. Amlan Satan, wily-musketeer of the American Homeland, Slovak-Algerian Catholic/American, was in London-town for continuity in schematics-view for his special masked eco-theater heist of conflict-zone gems smuggled into the United Kingdom and requiring some special street-language and drawing him as a special bank-box worker for a masked performance-art and teller-assistance qualia for the books/lyrics (Facebook-like!).

EZZY: More English beef-cake for your Catholic self.

AMLAN: Thanx, Ezzy.

EZZY: How's London-town treating ya, love?

AMLAN: Not happy how I found and recruited you, bank-teller person?

EZZY: I might be your long-lost past-live reincarnated soul-mate, no?

AMLAN: That's rich...though England's grand for tennis and beef-cake, ha.

EZZY: You all ready for this thing?

AMLAN: I feel as cool as Poseidon (himself)...Selfie-like.

Of course, Interpol was in on this prep-time in London-town, as Amlan's antics had drawn special street-gossip. As he performed his daily/nightly street-art in mask right outside the English bank by those phone-booths of mechanics-ingredient on heist-day, Amlan Satan wondered if he'd fly to Belgium (Brussels?) with darling-teller Ezzy for a future-Halloween line of things...kaleidoscope (for the Ego).