Sandy

Portrait of prince-maid love found through chess-game diarism.

An offbeat love-fable inspired loosely by Sabrina (Harrison Ford). Enjoy, 

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Amlan Satan lived as a princely inheritor of fortunes in a very nice large comfy house in South Jersey (United States) all by himself and spent hours writing Christian short-stories online and playing chess by himself or on Facebook. His home was a reflection of himself --- a diadem of comfort and amenity and a casting of space/distance.

DIARY-ENTRY: Hours playing chess informs my writing which in turn may inform my chess, but I'm lonely for Halloween.

DIARY-ENTRY: I took in a special paid diligent and resourceful housekeeper (Sandy) who visits every Saturday morning to clean the entire house and then spends time watching me play chess by myself on my board while she's cleaning my den which I sit inside while she's doing her duty, and it's during this time, I've taken great notice of her charm and lovely visage and start to think about the 'serendipity' of love/courtship/romance, though I fear courting her, as I 'think' she may have a boyfriend/husband, and yet, I can't help but think there's a magical potential for something deeper in the heart between us, and I often distract myself from these more 'human' thoughts by posting photos of beautiful women I come across or in the fashion-industry on my Facebook-page(s) for commentary about the 'mystery' of love's special 'eye(s)' of distance!

SANDY: Won't you teach me to play chess, my prince?
ME: Why, I'd noticed you noticing me playing chess (by myself!) in my den every Saturday morning-visit, sweetheart!

SANDY: I kind of long to wish to learn how to play that 'dastardly' game of IQ/intelligence, my prince.

ME: I find it charming that you agreed to call me 'prince' (honest titling!) despite our modern world of 'frill' sarcasm, no?

SANDY: That's indeed an alternative custom between us, my prince; your chess-play draws me to think of beautiful minds.

ME: That's excellent, sweetheart; I should like to teach you I guess; chess is tedious strategy but stalemates draw calm-IQ!

SANDY: What's a stalemate, prince?
ME: Well, the piece-positions shift by tactic(s) and draw arrays of movement-IQ, but stalemate (tie/draw) is perfect balance!

SANDY: Wow.

ME: Well...I'll spend the next 3 months, every Saturday visit, after you complete our work, and teach you a chess-play lesson.

SANDY: Sounds awesome, prince-dude.

ME: Great, Sandy.

ESQUIRE: So you married your housekeeper, prince Satan?
ME: Now that I'm a stock-market 'celebrity' in the West, you felt the need to ask, eh?
ESQUIRE: It's not everyday you hear of stories of 'aliens' finding 'true' romance/fortune, right?
ME: Indeed/sure...Sandy and I fell in love on a Saturday (in South Jersey!).
ESQUIRE: No less.
ME: No less!
ESQUIRE: Well, what's it like (for her!) to be wed to a wealth-prince?
ME: We fell in love because of the chess-stalemate condition, ironically.
ESQUIRE: She was 'intrigued' by the mind-balances of chess-draws/ties, eh?
ME: Indeed...that's really the 'straight' story, for you.
ESQUIRE: Excellence...
ME: Sure; love's a chess-match between two beautiful minds; that's what Sandy says.
ESQUIRE: Cool.
ME: I'll buy her a gold-chess set, me thinks (ha).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)