Cognac-pH

A Story by Abishai100

An Earth-fiction about inventions in wit and calm for traffic-sensibility and 'media' Romanticism, drawing a 'chemistry' for 'adult' blankness.

A 'world-matrix' drama (narrated!) with a 'cool' overground-reference to the iconic Cognac film-festival (France), which I hope you'll like,

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I was in O'Hare (Windy-City) and encountered a special attendee of the iconic Cognac Film Festival which hosted special films/presentations about cop/crime dramas of unusual tone or independent art-production 'feel' or design and was drawn by this actress and once-celebrity model/thespian of the media-world and decided to help her when she took me by storm (in panic!) insisting she'd been stalked by a man all around the city in a Scarecrow mask and holding a bottle of HCL. What choice did I have, but to promise her to keep this (dark?) secret in social media culture.

"PAULA": You're quite a gallant bodyguard-fellow, and I thank you, Mr. Satan (Amlan).

ME (Mr. Amlan Satan): I had nothing to do anyways; I was traveling (salesman).

"PAULA": How might I repay your kind service/escort help in this O'Hare drama?
ME: Well, accompany me to the jewelry-store and offer an exchange of gems I have.

"PAULA": This must be some social-media culture commerce-lifestyle 'deed' for you?

ME: In deed, and I accept this 'payment' for this secret bodyguard assistance/chat!

"PAULA": Fine.

I asked this dire-straits woman what she'd need inside O'Hare (Windy-City) aside from this protection/alliance pact we made, and I (honestly) chose her (specifically) to make the airport (Windy-City) treasure-store exchange, given her Cognac/celebrity 'status' for an outfit with (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamond' placed items requiring special insurance/commentary for (Interpol-relation?) eyes, and she promised me she'd mail me a BD-copy of her Cognac-presented cinema, in which she portrayed a rather 'stark' antiheroine-type woman (ha).

"PAULA": I don't really need anything outside our 'deal' here, but thanx for asking!

ME: Cool; this gem-exchange assistance you consented to must be kept secret.

"Paula" (real-name undisclosed) kept the secret for me, and I decided this blood-diamond operations for overground capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' work with treasure-motions insurance marketing would offer a handshake for commerce-life vanities in this new Earth age of 'incomplete-distances' to materialism-bread.

"Paula" and I fell in love, and perhaps it's because we shared a 'common' love of the same types of movies and storyboards for human civilization drama/theater, and I honestly felt grateful to have met a woman of Tinseltown who needed me and she a salesman with a 'vigilante' oriented demeanor, and I hoped we'd have a son who'd attend the same Ivy-school that titled me 'alumnus' for my own memoirs (ha). After our harrowing O'Hare 'deal' that time in the Windy-City, we enjoyed a Cognac-film of social-media 'photo-synthesis' feel (wow).

"PAULA": I shall recount this adventure inside O'Hare as a walkie-fare for laurel(s).

ME: Me too...for photo-graphics in Earth-overground traffic superstitions, my lady!

"PAULA": You've been a real gentlemen...have you sighted the Scarecrow-man.

ME: Yeah, I have; he's sitting inside the food-court, masked and anonymous, hon.

"PAULA": Oh, you must do something to help me (here/now), Mr. Satan.

SCARECROW: You stranger buy/gift me this robot-jet toy (Decepticon)?

ME: It's a Hasbro trophy of consumerism-harvest value, since you're a Scarecrow.
SCARECROW: What, you was gifting it for your son but found me intriguing?

ME: Correct, Scarecrow; take the gift and depart O'Hare (immediately!).

SCARECROW: What/why?
ME: Me thinks if you refuse this consumerism-harvest 'gesture' now, you're terrorist!

SCARECROW: You'll slander my name to the airport-security, since I've been masked?

ME: I've every reason (then) to think you're doing something 'insidious' masked.

SCARECROW: Just because I refuse your Decepticon-robot toy gift?

ME: I got this (for you) at the airport (toy) store; don't depress me, Scarecrow.

SCARECROW: Damn...I was leaving anyway, stranger; give me the toy (thanx).

What did Paula/I do after our 'escape' from O'Hare? Well, we certainly enjoyed relief, romance, consciousness, and cognac. The following Halloween, after we'd been dating (romantically), preparing for a wonderful married-life (secret), I dressed up as a 'Scarecrow' to give her goosebumps (ha).