Getaway: Carolina

A Story by Abishai100

A roadways misadventure fable/adaptation of the '72-Peckinpah 'classic' about wrought valor in a crime-landscape of 'darkened' midways.

A fun adaptation of that hip 1994 remake of the 'classic' Peckinpah graphic portrait of American crime-psyche landscape 'disasters' The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), one of my fave-films. Hope you like (and thanks for reading!),

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AMLAN SATAN: "We're headed to the Carolinas (south), Ezzy, to intercept this blood-diamond 'angel-eye' man to make a sporting-swap for an examination that'll get us a social media insurance commentary (with high-fiction), and it's going to draw out some copycat-minded cyber-fans (Facebook-chess?)."

Amlan persuaded his lady-friend Esmerelda to go on this vigilance-road adventure from New England and become masked theater-artists seeking a gem/trophy swap with Baron Ion in the Carolinas area (south) and hoped they'd 'catch' a cool media-flowered Gamecocks game (too) after 'winning' the treasure-deed.

EZZY: We'll take my car; you're (really) breaks-down for road-turns (ok?).

AMLAN: Cool.

So, our two hero lovebirds set forth on this great 'escapist' mission of vigilante-proportion, bored with their Bostonian-life as schoolteachers while reading in the newspapers about all kind of eco-paranoia driving 'blood-diamond' hellmouths from Sierra Leone. Maybe they'd make a nice Mardi-Gras detour following their accomplishments (for social media too perhaps).

BARON ION: This better be good, upstart-man.

SATAN: It's legalese-hygienic, bad-baron of the Carolinas (ha).

BARON ION: You've this 'tennis-image' for insurance co-investment commentary?

SATAN: For us; it's perfectly a chess fanzine 'deed' for a cyber-photo finish (ok?).

BARON ION: Alright.

Do you doubt capitalism-race vanities would complicate this road-misadventure for our two hero-visioned lovebirds of the Homeland (America)? You should, for even Martians would pensively deconstruct such a fortune-reading view and perhaps that's why Amlan/Esmerelda would cross-paths with a dark element, as the Ion-company sent-forth their special 'gargoyle' (Fred) who'd try to intercept them to 'test' their mettle. Baron Ion didn't want to simply 'coinvest for insurance commentary' with any old idealist from the streets; he wanted soldiers. Fortunately, Amlan/Ezzy were very bright-eyed idealists (for the deed) and were 'busy' making a bank-box swap in Columbia ahead of their arrival (wow).

MERCHANT: These are fine (Ion-company) items, for your traveling-circus?

SATAN: We'll take them, with this theater-prop toy water-rifle (filled with acid).

EZZY: Seems you've found media-celeb insurance-theater for your insured items?

MERCHANT: Alright (good for social media).

AMLAN: You get Ion drunk with absinthe and I'll break into his safe for the swap.

EZZY: Half of the items we took from the bank-merchant with your omen-note?

AMLAN: It'll read, "Post this language on social-media for your estate-securities/gossip."

After the bank deed, Amlan/Ezzy were prepared for nothing unordinary but were about to face a dark element quite unordinary --- the evil Fred. This fellow found the two shacking-up at a Courtyard near the bank and tried to shoot Amlan in the arm but was return-fired by Ezzy with a swift-shot to the foot. This was a rather 'cool' sideshow in Homeland roadways (surely).

FRED: Thanx for taking-me in (for treating me privately).

SHELBYE: You say you're some kind of (Interpol-relation) undercover agent?
FRED: Correct; I can't afford any media-exposure while on my case, alright?
THEODORE: Alright, good sir; we'll treat your wound (in our office).

SHELBYE: You're such a brave-sort, Mr. Fred!

THEODORE: Be quiet, Shelbye; finish our cyber-photo posts for insurance-talk.

Fred shot Theodore and kidnapped Shelbye who became his willing 'ally' even after he disclosed that he was no 'agent' of heaven, but then again, that's what the morally-wayward Shelbye (wife of Theodore) seemed to crave for some time anyways, and now these two 'rascals' of the Carolinas were about to inspire a new 'brand' of social media or 'photo' post commentary about the nature of American crime (and vigilance).

SHELBYE: I think I see them (at that diner), Mr. Fred.

FRED: Cool; you walk-in with your saree, claiming you're a circus-fan.

SHELBYE: What if I don't come out?

FRED: I'll know something's up, and I'll come in to see why you didn't exit.

SHELBYE: And shoot them?

FRED: Perfect; you can have your cyber-insurance fashion post-fun (after all).

SHELBYE: Alright!

Well, fortunately, Amlan/Esmerelda escaped from Shelbye who was immediately 'recognized' by Amlan Satan as perhaps some death-trap lure and used her as a hostage to flee away with Ezzy in their gold-auto, but not before Ezzy shot Fred fatally in the heart in the diner-lot. They dumped Shelbye and made for the Gamecocks 'event' for media-commentary, before their entrance into the Ion-mansion for a real 'sports' commentary (wow).

ION: You've made it (cool).

SATAN: We disposed of Fred, baron.

EZZY: It was an examination, right?

ION: You've something to sell/trade (right?).

Amlan and Esmerelda completed the last-phase of their Carolinas roadway(s) misadventure and Amlan slapped Ezzy for kissing Ion after getting him drunk, long-enough for him to make that safe-maneuver he promised her. They left-behind that 'sports-trophy' deed of chess (after all) for Ion to continue with his 'insurance-commentary' spotlighting (drawing Interpol-relation eyes in the process!), a nifty/beautiful Sabatini (Argentina) 'youth-fanzine' oriented 'memoir' of the 1988/1990 US-Open finals (NY) when the upstart defied the invincible Graf of Germany.

EZZY: I forgive you.

AMLAN: For the Sabatini-deed?

EZZY: What else.

AMLAN: Alright (thanx).

Thus ends the 'humbling' road-adventure of Amlan/Esmerelda (Carolinas) yielding a sports-chess 'view' for what's become a capitalism-race expression of great photo-quality Ego (good for social media).

SATAN: If a man asks me, "Did you remember tennis?" I'll respond, "For Facebook-chess (only)...never the darkness of markers!".