Arklow's Mystery

A Story by Abishai100

A natural 'grifter' seeks a derby-upstart 'chance' (Arklow) for a gem-insurance 'wager' against a Homeland baron-of-breakout(s).

A 'cool' fanfiction of that crime-psyche film of family-values noir-intelligence, The Grifters (John Cusack), which I think you'll like (and thanks for reading!),

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Prince Amlan Satan grew up with a special love of the Dickens character of great street-smarts 'image' (Artful Dodger) and (now) fancied himself something of a self-made 'grifter' in this mod-Homeland of wrought fortune-readings concerning treasure, insurance, swaps, diamonds, confidence, 'offbeat' patriotism, and social-media culture reflective 'flowery' for chance-shares.

He decided to challenge the unruly Goldfinger with a gem-wager co-investment proposition tied to his (fake) Brussels-sprout 'treasure' in the American landscape, an upstart-racer (Arklow) who'd (eventually) become a millionaire. Satan considered his special 'examination' a reflection of his 'gritty' view for achieving a special 'deed' for Western confidence in remembrance of his hard-learning mother (Nina) who gave him a special 'eye' for materialism patriotism (wow).

GOLDFINGER: What's this bag of stones (Belgian)?
SATAN: I'm a prince, and you're a baron; we'll invest for the upstart-deed.

GOLDFINGER: I'm to post in media about insurance with 'partnership' chess?

SATAN: You become a derby-celeb, and I 'walk-away' with a comic-tale (for post).

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

It was his mother (Nina) who instilled in Prince Satan this special view for a wage for materialism 'chess' against this evil Goldfinger, who'd been 'rumored' (with Interpol-relation!) to be tied with blood-diamond smugglers-highways games/work, and it was his mother (Nina) who 'moved' him to consider the (pure) Romanticism for discovery in love-and-labor for a Homeland IQ for 'linking' vanities-bonfires with a 'cool-image' of Western bonds (for the Ego).

GOLDFINGER: You know I'm the unofficial 'baron' of prison-breakout(s).

SATAN: Who doesn't know that, Goldfinger (my newfound 'pal')?

GOLDFINGER: Are you making some kind of parody-comic tale for your post?

SATAN: Nah...I'm (purely) intrigued by the patriot-value of upstart-racer chess!

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

SATAN: Your 'breakout(s)' rep is quite the 'labor-pool' for production-chests, no?

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

SATAN: Maybe I'll use my water-gun (filled with acid) to swap your safe gems.

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

What a 'game' this grifter was playing against the evil Goldfinger for his upstart-wage chess for racer-storytellers (Arklow)! Meanwhile, all this new 'cyber-buzz' surrounding the marks for Churchill-Downs (and elsewhere!) drew 'eyes' (Interpol-relation!) for Goldfinger's insurance-confidence 'claims' for Homeland activity and social-media 'commentary' for investor faerie-tales (wow).

SATAN: "I'll inspire (in me!) a comic-tale about faeries-by-mystery (for Arklow!)."

GOLDFINGER: Here's a small gift for your labors/trophy (and my reading).

SATAN: Wow, a Sabatini (Argentina) youth-fanzine 'trophy' (1988/1990 US-Open).

GOLDFINGER: You know it, Mr. Satan?
SATAN: Who doesn't know it...her 'cool' defiance of indomitable Graf (Germany).

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

SATAN: Thanx...you just (maybe) are becoming my 'fave' magician.

GOLDFINGER: Alright.

Satan had achieved his vision of a 'deed' for racer-magic and insurance-commentary in this challenged Homeland of profiteer-chess market examination(s). Goldfinger was (now/finally) en-route to revelatory 'exposure' (for Interpol-relation?), and Amlan had met a beautiful woman in Kentucky after sharing his stories of upstart-racers (e.g., Arklow) and was considering honoring his mother (Nina) with a more 'pronounced' hospitality diner-table chat about wrought Western materialism, and perhaps we'd (all) think (more) of this capitalism-race chess 'quality' of real incomplete distances to (pure) breakout(s).