Monaco/B+

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation of the 1960-Clement classic about insane vanities for theft/evil drawing a Euro-image for what's (purely) learning.

An adaptation of the mod-classic 1960 (original) Rene Clement crime-psyche tale about wrought materialism-vertigo Purple Noon (Alain Delon). Thanks so much for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of 'fanfiction' offers no ties to the cited film or Monaco/Europe and is a 'personal' expression (for 'open' use).

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Amlan Satan set-out to a Monaco-investment for blood-diamond infiltrations in Monaco, to link up with a yuppie couple with an art-tie with conflict-zone gems requiring a special 'hand' of vigilantism, which is what Mr. Satan fashioned himself to be, secretly plotting to steal the wife of the couple away, since the husband was blood-diamond secretive and hence, in his psychotic eyes, worth the ruin, and perhaps he'd adapt this 'misadventure' into a storyboard for social-media culture (or capitalism chess!).

The secret ingredient in this offbeat tale of unusual behavior for materialism-vanities is who Amlan considered his secret red-angel consultant/guide, a Monaco-dweller named Danka who'd become his special treasure-hand consultant, while he swapped some art-works in a museum and some store-jewels using a pirate-theater art-replica creation agenda 'claim' for modern treasure 'world' marketing chess (hmm).

DANKA: Ensure your after-hours replica-time with the guardsman is absinthe.

AMLAN: He'll be too drunk to note the replica I'll leave while original-swapping!

DANKA: This art-work with blood-diamond ring(s) is owned by Teddy/Marge?
AMLAN: That's the Monaco aristocracy I've targeted for this insurance reveal!

DANKA: Something about you strikes me as un-ordinary darkness, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Maybe I've some (Interpol-relation) cop-land 'eye(s)' for art's sake!

DANKA: Well, happy to be your Lady-of-the-Lake (Monaco).

AMLAN: This is a 'class' for art-treasure housing social-media Euro-bread (ha)!

DANKA: Good (for jabberwocky-examination).

INSPECTOR: You think this Satan was behind the museum/store treasure-deeds?

MARGE: He crafted himself to be some artsy musketeer, inspector (please).

INSPECTOR: Now, he's vanished...along with your beloved man (Teddy)?

MARGE: I suspect he worked with some 'secret' ally for this insurance-bread!

INSPECTOR: He managed to seduce your Euro-sensibilities, and for Teddy?

MARGE: I had no idea or clue concerning Teddy's 'blood-diamond' bridge, sir.

INSPECTOR: I believe you; perhaps this fellow was an agent...or pure evil.

MARGE: Please find his 'scarlet' assistant, inspector; this is pirate-chess indeed.

INSPECTOR: Sorry for your woe(s), dear Marge; we'll find this 'ally' of Satan.

MARGE: Would be 'improvement' (now) for Monaco social-media/fashion (no?).

INSPECTOR: Of course (thanx).

EARLIER CONVERSATION (Teddy-Amlan)

TEDDY: You're quite the dashing traveling-artist, Amlan Satan (ha).

AMLAN: You're quite the Euro-invested aristocrat for social media, Teddy (wow).

TEDDY: You like Marge.

AMLAN: Who doesn't, Teddy (wow)?

TEDDY: Why this interest in my jewelry-store holding(s), prince?
AMLAN: I've a 'vigilante' eye for treasure-spot examinations for eco-Earth.

TEDDY: You sound damned pensive about capitalism-reading, Satan.

AMLAN: Why not (for social photo-synthesis)?

DANKA: We really acquired this deed, Mr. Satan.

SATAN (Amlan): Without doubt(s).

DANKA: Teddy's gone from Earth (ok).

SATAN: He was a pirate-yuppie, my lady.

DANKA: You sought to sweep Marge, eh?
SATAN: I had a devilish egg-recipe yielding simplified yolk for folk (ok).

DANKA: Might enhance Monaco 'class' for a tourist's study, prince.

SATAN: Good for social media (leviathan).

Amlan Satan, a man of colors/costumes/calculation(s), managed to create a 'dark' portrait of wrought materialism-readings for a 'claim' of vigilantism artistry but leaving a sort of 'eerie' psyche-portrait of the 'consciousness' of underworld 'chess' or intelligence, but he'd not succeed without the 'hand' of his (secret) scarlet-consultant of Monaco (Danka). What would we recount in this tale of 'pirate' like bureaucracy for Selfie-commentary/lifestyle culture of Earth (these days)?

DANKA: (Indian) luchi-bread for thanksgiving-diner plate chat(S)?

AMLAN: A hospitality-reading 'success' reflection for a blood-diamond Helltask.

DANKA: Can't decide if I'd been lucky/unlucky to meet the likes of you, Satan.

AMLAN: It's a world of bread.

Would you believe 'the talented Mr. Satan' retired to British Columbia where he'd become a sports-writer (online), exploring his fascination with an iconic pair of siblings who'd become local/city ice-hockey 'celebrities' of the mod-Earth of 'incomplete-distances' to net-activity metaphysics/securities? Well, you decide if this 'colored' man was a vigilante...or a pirate-of-insanity (hmm).

DANKA: I wager he's watching some stadium sports-game (for writing).

"Dear Marge,

I send this sports-trophy 'deed' card for our (shared) memory and hope you/Teddy (remain) well (together), and I can't disclose my (currency) work/affairs but remain hopeful you're still that 'dashing' fortune-maiden (Monaco) with a hand-write 'sense' of what's really valued in capitalism for art/treasures/fortune --- the leviathan class."

MARGE: Inspector, he sent me this mail.

INSPECTOR: There's no evidence here...but we continue our investigation(s).

MARGE: Good!

If you think you'd cross paths with a man/prince of 'darkness' like the 'talented' Mr. Satan (Amlan), consider why this 'matrix' or universe of fortune-readings complication(s) of our fare-rich Earth invokes a (modern?) social media (or traffic) culture of incomplete vanities (if only for mechanics education/commentary).

THE END