A BIRTHDAY AND A FUNERAL

The dark shadows of antebellum residences were eating into the cobblestones of Charleston when Anthony stuffed the last morsels of Limpin' Susan into the quail.

1,078 kilometers away in Philadelphia, Aleksander licked off his arm the dripping juices of a lamb taco as the Liberty Bell chimed the hour.

They will in a day's time rendezvous with Spencer who is currently enjoying a butcher's roast in Panzano, for a meal of avant garde tapas in Barcelona.

London crackled with the breaking dough of puchkas while in Bangkok, a bowl of Phang Nga chicken salad is bathed with a tamarind dressing.

The three of them will later take the 15:17 to Istanbul to pick greasy dumplings for a funeral lunch in Bakal 2 where fried pork belly will be offered to appease restless spirits.  

The birthday actually happened before the funeral and there was crack pie from Brooklyn, MJ's 8th championship ring and a card illustrated by Maudie's athritic fingers to commemorate 48 earth years but the gratina sent from Noto contaminated the chocobubbles from Bali which after a curdling from a 117-kilometer bike haul accidentaly created the perfect dessert that earned Girona the world's first best pastry chef. 

ECQ + M

Scientists finally confirmed that the April 1 Phenomenon of intensified solar radiation is indeed triggered by the pathogen of the novel corona virus disease that has disabled the atmosphere's solar radiation absorption capacity.

As the sun scorched the earth with a study pulse of 33 degrees Celsius, Sylvie conspired with Big Berto (AKA Ayaz) to hijack PR 736 to Bangkok and escaped into the night, finding refuge under a reservoir in Mexico City where a man once known as Bronstein was exiled by his theory of a permanent revolution.

Hence, ECQ + M = urgent need for a barber.

Kerensky will eventually shave Plekhanov's beard to Lenin's bald delight, and Ellie will stray from Squahamish for the bike trails of Nueva Ecija to elude Paul who is keen on waxing her and Aster's curly pubes for 5 kilos of Georgian potato.

But Koba asked Mashama for khinkali at The Grey which incensed Mercader who called on Jacson to finally solve the riddle of Bronstein which exploded into a thousand pieces of Trotsky with every blow of the ice axe.

ANNA'S MEMORIAL

Apparently, lusty Miss Shand popped His Royal Highness' cherry before agreeing to another name, that of He who shagged the Princess of Edinburgh in a Parked car while wearing a Bowl hat in such a way that Aunt Margot turned salacious enough to be disinvited to a Mother's Day in West Virginia in honor of Nik the Mercenary for avenging her Aussie crush in a palatial toilet in Dhaka, and memorialized Iwona Bogacka who guillotined herself in a warehouse in Breslau as her final act of revenge, the madness of it all enough reason for Paco to abandon his wife through a faked death that was unravelled by Jesus Camoes's narration of how cigarette smoke broke through the Andean mirrors of Machu Picchu. 

Winter was missing in Sochi so Icarus flew high to melt his feathers that turned into snow for the Winter Games as Grigory sulked in his lab, hugely disappointed that the repertoire was not able to accommodate the Phantom Biker who broke through quarantine fully loaded with anabolic steroids, hormones, stimulants, masking agents, glucocorticoids and beta blockers. 

FORGET-ME-NOT

It was an infernal 36 degrees on the day Juan Pablo the Youngest turned 17, two days before the lockdown to be lifted was extended by the Asturian miners to buy time for Lisbon's transport from a court room into the rooftop of the Banco de Espana where Colonel Tamayo was gripped by an anxiety attack because Inspector Sierra's Gestapo tactics finally cornered The Professor in a checkmate, or so she thought.   

In Germany, aproned men pinned forget-me-nots to remind them of their obligation and later to distinguish their own from the henchmen of Prince Christoph of Hesse and the Margrave of Baden, Nazi relatives by affinity of Prince Philip of Greece and Denmark, husband of Claire Foy in Episodes 1 & 2 and inlaw to Bertie, King and Grand Master who as the latter exported forget-me-nots to the Thirteen Colonies who did the same to the Philippines where the flower mutated into sacks of watermelon, mango, gumbo, wild chili, tomato, salted egg, rice and tocino.    

MJ will be remembered as a compulsive gambler who won a third trophy, and I will be forgotten as a habitual biker that is yet to win a race...