Those B+ Gloves

A Story by Abishai100

A world 'musketeer' must perform a museum/art/gem 'examination' and discover the 'shape' of capitalism-race masks for a certain doll-mark (and a darling).

A styled 'adaptation' of that cool French classic of criminal-psyche 'examinations' of our materialism-wind world, Purple Noon (Alain Delon). Thanks for reading!

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AMLAN SATAN: Monte-Carlo is wonders-rich, thinking back on my days of American education/examinations, for this museum-entry for that sketch-work of street-fame (now) 'owned' by Baron Ion (blood-diamond operator), but I must discover what social-media commentary 'intellectuals' are vying for bidding-rights, for cyber-capitalism race material (for all).

Amlan Satan, that certain antihero-prince of the modern Earth, had sought this special art-world expo-for-chess inside a Euro-investment museum and knew Ion's art-sketch purchase of an iconic 'media-culture' street-savvy print-copy/duality featuring a video-game warrior-woman likened to a copperized mall-mannequin (for capitalism couture magic!) would immortalize the gem-rascal with insurance veiling(s), and he (Satan) wished (now) to entry-dance into the museum but would need a determination of other intelligentsia/yuppie interest in this world of 'modern' art (wow).

MARGE: What'd you make of this dual-print, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: They're lovely; the dual-image; I can 'see' how the warrior-is-doll!

MARGE: Are you an 'art' commentary-student/teacher/fan?

AMLAN: I can see your 'aristocracy' interest in this 'piece' is diamond-media.

MARGE: Do you know Baron Ion, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: I'm certain this art-interest rate for Ion's (all) social-media hype (ha).

The next day, it was reported in the Monte Carlo cyber-fanzine on social media that a mysterious man claiming a replica-sketch work-studio (private) time after-hours in the museum for a swap with the dual-print 'owned' by Baron Ion had (perhaps) swapped the original with the replica he brought (or made), after inebriating the escorting 'buddy' guardsman (Leo) with absinthe.

MARGE: This mustn't be the 'deed' of that rascal-gent, Satan; I must tell someone.

MARGE: Was that you, Amlan?
SATAN: Maybe, Marge; you must 'flee' with me for Brussels-sprout/interest (now).

MARGE: You're a psychopath, Satan.

SATAN: No, no, Marge; I'm your man seeking to become your man (please!).

MARGE: I fantasy-enriched that notion that this would be simple Romanticism.

SATAN: I'm a thief marge, and a musketeer, a patriot; consider this gesture.

MARGE: A social media 'work' of imagined Realism, no?

SATAN: Consider the 'hand' of magazine-culture fortune-readings for heroics.

MARGE: Should I cast you as a social-media 'doll' for materialism?

Amlan 'borrowed' an exhibition-scooter and took the Ion 'owned' prints (now swapped!) to an Interpol-exchange commission 'rep' right outside Monte-Carlo, hoping to hop back to his rented space and find his new 'darling' Marge and whisk her away to Belgium, but she'd vanished. All he had now was his bounty...and his scooter (ha).

LETTER (From Amlan): "Marge, I'm in Michigan now, working as a linguist/teacher, and I'm learning about translations of Wealth of Nations for social media and homeschooling 'image' and think-back on those days of Monte-Carlo 'absinthe-materialism' and (perhaps) regret your rejection (while I bask in this new life of capitalism-race readings)."

LETTER (From Marge): "Thanks for your correspondence, with that makeshift address enabling me to write (to you) instead of mod-email, and I've been working on Indian-culinary luchi-bread recipes/presentations, as I too have reinvented myself (and life!) for a more calming view for what's capitalism-race Ego...farewell."

Amlan Satan really did become an American university linguist/professor, and he really did achieve that 'talented' deed for art-insurance world heroics and 'Robin-Hood' like fantasy, but now he was working on intricate linguistics/capitalism-governance diagrams for his homeschooling lessons...all for newfound 'materialism' (wow).

JOURNAL: Should I send Marge these new/fancy university diamond-pens I've crafter...or will she consider (or 'think') there are somehow 'linked' to my past-life of 'masked' matriculations (for materialism)?

JOURNAL (Marge): Watching this savvy alien sci-fi media cinema-tale of terrifying encounters reminds me of Amlan Satan, and how he'd become this 'ghost-magic' marine (for the Ego).

Amlan never returned to Monte-Carlo and hence never reunited with his ex-darling (Marge) but would recount those days of 'doll-house' adventurism and 'pseudo-psychotic' ventures for capitalism-race fantasy a high-handed Earth-chess 'thing' of what'd (certainly!) become a socialized image of all that's (purely)...a 'Centurion' mark (for the aspiring 'rascal' of monster-grades).