Arklow-Equivalence: A Mint Bridge

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of racers, grifters, barons, ladies, and future-dreamt materialism readings (for 'American' wonder).

A capitalism vanities short inspired loosely by the deceptively-complex American crime-psyche film The Grifters (John Cusack). Thanks so much for reading!

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "I'd been inspired by the Dickens-character Artful Dodger while growing up in the streets of Algiers and decided to become a natural 'grifter' when I moved to the States, graduated from Dartmouth, and became integrated into the mod-Homeland capitalism-race 'culture' of social-media handshakes in treasure-insurance 'confidence' commentary among Western citizenry/intelligentsia (for the Ego)."

Amlan had become a natural grifter in this modern capitalism universe and after leaving-behind Algeria and becoming a citizen of the American Homeland, he decided his education in cognitive-psychology had afforded him a special view concerning fortune-reading(s) and became 'fascinated' by the new age globe-traffic 'chess' surrounding blood-diamond ('conflict-zone' gems mined by warlords/rogues in Africa for global smugglers/piracy/interest/readings) traffic and its impact on insurance-games and sportsmanship media 'marketing' for Western investors, including the 'nefarious' Baron Goldfinger. Satan decided to visit Kentucky for a special hand-wage for Goldfinger for a co-investment 'challenge' with an upstart-racer (Arklow-company) that would (likely) become a million-dollar investment (for all!) and draw the bad-baron into the media 'environment' of social commentary for insurance heat/materialism (and draw Interpol-relation image).

GOLDFINGER: What's the draw for this Arklow/company, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: You leave it (all) to me, baron-fellow; this is a gem-magazine.

GOLDFINGER: If your 'company' triumphs?
AMLAN: We become micro-culture 'celebs' in insurance-game eye-image(s).

GOLDFINGER: If you lose, rookie?
AMLAN: Consider me an 'idealist-grifter' in our 'shared' magazine-material(s).

GOLDFINGER: Alright (for social media).

The grifter-match was set, and Satan (Amlan) had become a special 'insider' in the Kentucky environment of Arklow-company wage-for-reading, and Goldfinger would (finally) have insurance-eyes drawn upon him; and all the while, our protagonist antihero-prince and 'newborn-American' would make a successful swap of Goldfinger-gems ('rumored' blood-diamonds) with a replica-set (inserted into jewelry) from his makeshift safe-furniture. This was becoming something of a capitalism-race intuition 'faerie-tale' for those (now) invested in the handshake-consciousness of Western materialism intelligence (for the soul).

EZZY: What'd you mean, "You remind me of mother, Esmerelda?"
SATAN: Can't you guess, Esmerelda?
EZZY: I prefer 'Ezzy' (you know).

SATAN: Feel the chagrin of gypsy-heritage, do ya?
EZZY: You're no true-blue Caucasian (yourself), Prince Satan.

SATAN: You're a 'rough' gem, Ezzy.

EZZY: Do you love me?
SATAN: I'm a grifter, Esmerelda.

EZZY: You're also an educated prince; and I'm lonely (and fortune-reading).

SATAN: Alright (for social media then).

Amlan/Ezzy married and fled to their Brussels-sprout cloud-atlas haven with an (Interpol-relation) 'commission' for heroics/deeds, 'wrought' from their achieved daring against the evil Goldfinger who meanwhile got his deserved-insurance eyes drawn upon his Western/American 'dominion' of mysteries. Amlan/Ezzy had a son (Damian) for whom Satan would design a special/gorgeous college-media adorned/themed bedroom and instill in his (own) son something he never had in his 'grifter' consciousness --- that more 'religious' sense of what was a 'human' face of materialism...superstition (wow).