Heart of Champagne

A Story by Abishai100

An Earthling 'prince' contends with the haunting memory of his father who's been spying on his cyber-work with Thanksgiving-football directions (for bureaucracy-readings).

A deviance tale of negotiated Homeland life.

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to any real-world news-story/event and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression (for 'open' entertainment).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "What a treat it is for me for Thanksgiving-TV football, as I think of Motor-City madness/media magnified by our cyber-cast Lions-QB rookie Super Bowl 'premonitions' handshake-trophy for a bureaucracy-reading in Selfie-culture interest for Homeland (American) dowry."

Amlan Satan, prince of an Eastern suburb (Echelon), found the right-stuff tones for Thanksgiving-sportsmanship media-superstitions but was about to be challenged by the specter-haunting of his estranged evil father (Emit) who insisted, after spying on his online work with football 'stuff' IQ, to visit him to request a replica or borrow of the prince's special deed.

EMIT: Facebook like abode...but a haven.

ESMERELDA: You need to find a way to distance from Emit, Satan.

AMLAN: You're so right...Emit's read my Thanksgiving-trophy language-arts.

ESMERELDA: What do you want with me, Satan?
AMLAN: Disappear...Emit's gonna threaten my fortunes until distance.

ESMERELDA: Really is a gorgeous piece...TV-society (all).

AMLAN: Cool bureaucracy-reading for Facebook smilies and yearbooks.

Emit (finally) arrived with an (American) can of bleu-cheese, insisting he and his estranged 'sonny' share some of the iconic dressing with bananas, and he hoped to procure that replica or original-item 'borrow' that drew him to this Echelon-Jersey haunting (wow).

EMIT: I'm the Toyman (DC Comics), sonny.

AMLAN: You're still a psycho, father.

EMIT: Did you get replica (for us)?
AMLAN: My edition is autographed, Emit...this is a whisper.

EMIT: Perchance I might procure a different 'trophy' altogether.

AMLAN: Seems the 'deed' for a bureaucracy-comic, Toyman (ha).

EMIT: Consider me a ghost (then), sonny.

AMLAN: Toyman rocks (farewell).

Esmerelda had right-reason to feel relief and sighed when Amlan Satan told her of her father's departure from the States. He had to comfort her, explain to her his work for sports-media/marketing concerned actual patriot-IQ, and it wasn't an ugly-hell to 'transcend' with elocution-diplomacy that scarring visit to Echelon. Perhaps she'd been contemplating her prince-darling had (always somehow) harbored some stranger secret for bad Facebook-pokes (hmmm).