Bonnie+Clyde

A Story by Abishai100

A bright retelling of the legend-tale of American bank-robbery lore, inspired by Arthur Penn's vision of characterization/settings driven 'dominion' dialysis.

A history-drama 'fanfiction' of the timeless Bonnie & Clyde (Arthur Penn), an American tale of incomplete-distances to both tragedy and danger!

DISCLAIMER: This work of dramatization/adaptation offers no ties to the Arthur Penn work or to the life/news of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for creative folklore (for 'open' criticisms).

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My name's Amlan Satan, and I'll be your narrator for this dashing retelling of the timeless Great-Depression bank robbery noir 'faerie-tale' of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, a working-girl and ex-con who met in Texas and decided to become road-warrior thieves with guns and roses and a special ending worth its weight in silver. This is a story about Romanticism hyperbolized and Depression-era American lore for lines, ending in tragedy and yielding a portrait of bad-love and lost youth worth a Selfie-culture commentary for capitalism-race 'chess' unicorns! Follow along, friends, and let me be your narrator.

CLYDE BARROW: There's fashion for Texas-lady and a street-crossin' for machine-gun mind!

BONNIE PARKER: A waitress to Dallas to a con's suit-and-tie for a bank-eye for Clyde?

Now, Bonnie was a waitress in Texas when she met Clyde Barrow, having parted from her first-love, and living with her dear mummy. Clyde swept her away to a world of underworld 'dangers for darkness' during that depressing Depression when poor-folk honestly sought a road to some fantasy for livin', which is what Clyde promised to Americans in that time, and Bonnie made it feel warm-and-cozy to march into banks with machine-guns and speed-off in those 1930s 'borrowed' cars-for-the-takin'.

BONNIE: Do we have to include your brother now?

CLYDE: Hey, we already picked up a 'dangerous liaison' for hire, Bonnie Parker.

BONNIE: Oh damn (yeah).

Irony of this celebrity-tale of ghost-magic was that Bonnie and Clyde robbed only about 15 banks after hooking-up in Texas, in that Depression-time, and they did love takin' down small-stores and geez even some small rural funeral-homes, but they'd maintain their wit(s) for family-misadventure, after Clyde's brother (Buck Barrow) joined the music, and though their end was brutally sad, having been crossed on the road by a sheriff on the track after Buck and his wife were nabbed during a chase of bloody-dust and obtaining transit-information for the end of an American wing, we'd remember the 'colored' tale of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow as that inimitable 'hologram' for what's (simply) a Western worldly art-show for the passage of an era of distance(s).

CLYDE: If we die tryin', I think I might lyin' (to ya) about your tombstone being less rich!
BONNIE: Why, that's the darndest Romanticism thought yet, for a doctor, Clyde.

Now that the tale is retold, I, your friendly narrator (Amlan Satan) shall toast this little-trophy with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and will think fondly of what made the timeless-tale of Bonnie and Clyde re-presentative of capitalism's more 'colored' face of those incomplete-distances readings to road/transit hospitality-IQ for the darkness and drawn Romanticism...to help us all (escape) fortune's (inevitable?) dive.