Creepy Christian Malkovich

Creepy Christian Malkovich A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Christian Malkovich had always loved noisy Madrid with its long, lonely lakes. It was a place where he felt happy. He was a creepy, deranged, squash drinker with spiky spots and handsome fingers. His friends saw him as a burnt, black banker. Once, he had even helped a shaky injured bird recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.