Sabrina

A Story by Abishai100

A world-man finds comforts/openings of life with his life-friend and considers the 'view' for American bread.

A 'sunny' adaptation of the 1994 remake of the Billy Wilder classic about customs-negotiation Romanticism Sabrina (Harrison Ford). Hope you like,

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Amlan Satan had become a prince of the blood-diamond insurance veils infiltration world of eco-minerals mining values in this 21st-Century of commerce/traffic super-vision theater, drawing commentary for varied folk-traffic/season consumerism like Mardi-Gras diamond sales in New Orleans (for the Ego).

Despite all this 'worldly' success in infiltration(s) and 'chess' for capitalism-race IQ, Satan (Amlan!) had become something of a lonely-man of lifestyle-philosophy in the modern American environment and wondered if his turned-eye(s) on his lovely (visiting) house-keeper (Sabrina) 'drew' in him a special 'examination' of the meaning of treasure-ID symbolism. Was he bereft of the feeling(s) of consciousness?

AMLAN: Come with me to my autumn-timeshare visit (Berkshires)!

SABRINA: Well, I'm a divorced woman, but I thought you had a lady?

AMLAN: You're a great woman, Sabrina; I'm lonely and need a buddy.

SABRINA: You wish for me to be your time-share(s) companion now?

AMLAN: What's the harm...would you find some photo-graphic fun?

SABRINA: Hmm, you're saying I'd learn from comfort and impress you.

AMLAN: Impress me...and uplift me, lady (for a journal).

Well, Satan (Amlan!) had always enjoyed taking time-off form his deep-work with capitalism defenses/heat and calling his (visiting) maid/friend (Sabrina) while she'd been on working-rounds and (now) wondered if his newfound proposition(s) for companionship would draw-in a true 'life' of consciousness, linking his intelligence with a photo-graphic sense of materialism reading (for the Ego).

SABRINA: Some antacid to complement your luchi-mutton plate, man.

AMLAN: You're such a thinking Berkshires companion, Sabrina my lady.

SABRINA: We're falling in love (now), Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I've always been thinking/working/being...but alone!

SABRINA: You're now 'believing' in life's matter (for the health).

AMLAN: Anyone can give you antacid-relief (luchi), but you're great!

SABRINA: I've impressed you with my sense of sustenance is all.

AMLAN: No...this is a (real) bread for the memory, Sabrina my lady.

SABRINA: What should I say, Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: I'll tell you what to say (to me) now, simply, "Tummy-love."

SABRINA: Ha (you've become a man-of-comment).

The irony-twist of this man of capitalism-race intrigue/defenses/heat who found magic in his everyday-world despite his complex other-worldly investment/darkness was that Sabrina was a woman who'd always been in his 'consciousness' but not allowed into his consciousness, because he simply had to make that 'turn' of the hand/heart to realize the 'link' between romance and intelligence was a 'conscious' sense of (real) danger (of loss or medicine?).