Of Fathers/Sons {Chess-Diet}

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan encounters his visiting (estranged) daddy and comes-to-bear with a darker past and a brighter 'chess' present of elsewhere.

A fresh adaptation of the searing American hegemony-fear film Flesh and Bone (Dennis Quaid), which I think you'll like,

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Amlan Satan lived on a ranch in the United States and helped the keepers of the property tend to the cattle-herd and spent off-time using his 'fantastic' alien-invader chess-set to create synthetic recreations of various war-strategy scenarios/schemes of folks like Napoleon, Patton, Hitler, and Schwarzkopf. He'd basically become a deep spring thinker and liked making ideations of the quality of human consciousness but harbored a rather nasty secret in his troubled if youthful American (Algerian-American) heart.

JOURNAL: I shan't tell Esmerelda, my only dear-beloved on this cattle-ranch property, of my dark past secret (about father).

You see, this dark secret about Amlan's past involved enduring a rather eerie and alcoholism ridden childhood with his troubled and insane immigrant father Emit who'd brought himself and his son from Algiers to New England when Amlan was 10 years-old. Amlan spent his idle-wild time watching a documentary about American chess-master Bobby Fischer in the Boston apartment he shared with his father, a gift for his 11th-birthday, and dreamed of someday becoming some kind of secret chess-fan/challenger in the world of Earth, which he did indeed indulge in as a cattle-rancher in America, managing a cyber-chess society and homeschooling part-time venture called NewPorcellian in the 21st-Century of social-media/Selfie driven culture of traffic-personality rich consumerism (ha).

EMIT: I've returned to find you, dear boy of mine.

AMLAN: What the hell are you doing on this cattle-ranch, Emit Satan?
EMIT: Surprised to see dear-old daddy, the man who brought you to this great United States land (you're now a rancher)?
AMLAN: I spend my time with cattle and work(s), and I have a lady-friend now dad, and I manage a chess-club project (ha).

EMIT: Good to know, junior of mine; maybe you'd like to teach me to play chess, sonny boy, on one of your toy boards, eh?
AMLAN: I've a 'terrific' alien-invader chess-set in my room (in fact); I suppose I can teach you about queen-bishop marches.

EMIT: Sounds boring...but an 'alien-invader' chess-toy is what you say you have here, sonny-boy (haha)?

Amlan entreated his eccentric father during this unpredicted cattle-ranch visit but never introduced him to Shelbye, his darling lady-friend whom he met on the property when he took the position for work after graduating from Dartmouth. He wrote his senior thesis on Capitalism-Psychology, and he intended to find the right tone(s) of the proverbial American Dream, and he wished he'd find the right future to forget the wrong past. He didn't want to become his father or engender the 'malice' or alcoholism that would draw him towards a more 'negative' social-media/Selfie culture era/age of personality-driven networking (or friendship).

EMIT: Don't forget your troubled past, Amlan Satan, my son, but don't disclose the verity of the past to your newfound pals.

AMLAN: All I do is fun social-media activity when I'm not herding cattle, Emit; and I enjoy nice Wimbledon tennis (YouTube).

EMIT: Alright!