Sabrina

A Story by Abishai100

A bright fanfiction of the 'shiny' 1995 mod-remake of the Wilder-classic about 'discovery' of Romanticism amidst world-minting.

A nice fanfiction of the bright-remake of the Bogart-Hepburn classic Sabrina (Harrison Ford). Thanks of reading,

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Prince Satan (Amlan) had used his Wall-St. earnings and inherited fortunes to create a nice American Homeland lifestyle image of vitality/chess for various treasure-concerns like the insurance-game of the Earth's confidence-hand and meanwhile had neglected that other basic emotion/need of capitalism-race consciousness in the West, that of a rather poignant social-media accent of what's (simply) a Romanticism for cyber-friendship(s).

Well, his earnings and Western estate for treasures/insurance/confidence/chess had cast him as a rather pronounced American prince of capitalism-race activity and this had made for a special hand-fiction for those who knew him well, including his affable and world-hopping and wilder young brother (Ajay) who insisted he get some of his work-diamonds for their estate housekeeper/maid (Sabrina) whom he was sure had a (secret) 'crush' on Amlan and would offer his older-bro something he (simply) lacked as a human being --- a real view for the comforts of fortune-readings (hmm).

SABRINA: I've traveled to Quebec to learn some French-language/arts!

AMLAN: Why're you telling me this (now), Sabrina (though I'm intrigued)?

SABRINA: I guess I thought it's be 'nifty' if you thought of me as a friend.

AMLAN: You're a great friend, of my entire estates/household, Sabrina.

SABRINA: Sure, sure; but maybe I'd try to impress you, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Have I ignored something more (romantic) in you, Sabrina?

SABRINA: Uncertain, but maybe you look for more 'qualified' maids?

AMLAN: What, like online...doubtful...you know of my matter (for you)?

SABRINA: This cyber-net 'world' can make for impersonal self-ads (no?).

AMLAN: You're right (thanx).

Amlan had a 'revelation' now and it concerned his housekeeper/maid (Sabrina), a sharp and lovely young lady whom he realized was indeed offering some 'class' courtship-gesture that his younger/wilder bro (Ajay) indicated was a Realism he'd failed to ID/recognize/categorize while he'd been 'busy' exploring the social/capital network 'universe' of personality-drawn fortune-chess (games) for the simple American matter (wow).

AMLAN: I got you this capitalism-comic, Sabrina.

SABRINA: What's this?
AMLAN: Well...it's a special 'image' for what's missing in my life!

SABRINA: What'd you mean?
AMLAN: With all my fortune-IQ, I've managed to neglect my emotion.

SABRINA: So you're being more 'playful' with me (now)?
AMLAN: Sabrina...perhaps you can 'gift' me some lost innocence/play.

SABRINA: That's (ironically) the 'image' of moral restoration, Amlan.

Well, that's the story of Satan/Sabrina, folks. A prince of capitalism-race 'chess' and IQ had restored his sense(s) of innocence/play, all thanks to the charmed and unexpected bright-mind/heart of this lovely-lady of his valued estate of capitalism's readings. Would they marry...and would Prince Satan gift their (future) son some 'sign' toy of a more 'charmed' face of commerce/consumerism joys (like some communications-tech symbol toy of micro-life value)?

JOURNAL: "Had I not met Sabrina, and decided to afford myself that 'peculiar-chance' of reconsidering the quality of life's self-consciousness, I'd just as might as well have become another 'typical' American Homeland 'face' in this commerce-traffic world of (simplified) magicians for the Ego (wow)."