Forget Me: If by Helmet

A Story by Abishai100

School love-birds reunite but may again part in this adaptation of the Bogart gem about Casablanca (Morocco) 'sportsmanship'; set in NJ (USA).

A summer bloom romance-tale 'adaptation' of that iconic love-lost enchanting, Casablanca (Michael Curitz). Thanks for reading!

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FRIEND: You've worked at a gas-station since high-school and now like doughnut-holes?

MR. SATAN (Amlan): You bet; the brand was sometimes called Munchkins.

FRIEND: Blithe neglect of the Earth around you, pal.

MR. SATAN: Ezzy left; there's nothing more for me to think is extra credit for towns-departure.

FRIEND: Selfie-like (sad!).

Amlan was working at a gas-station/convenience-store in the Homeland-Jersey area of incomplete-distances readings for transit/traffic/consumerism 'consciousness' in the post-9/11 era Earth when his high-school sweetheart (Ms. Ezzy Harris) cruised back into-town, knowing it'd been about 20 years since they last met/loved. She was now working some underground/invisible black-market conflict-zone gems smugglers/circulations journal and infiltration languages (Interpol-relation?) and found her old sweetheart from school (Amlan) still the old towns-standby for everyday life and language (ha). However, she didn't disclose her secret dual-ID to him right-away and had to work some local Jersey-suburbia diamond-operations hand-axes feels for the thorns-and-bombs of 'bloody-gems' cinema (wow).

EZZY: I missed you.

AMLAN: Doughnut-hole fan (Munchkins)?

EZZY: Sweet and tiny, man.

AMLAN: You're departing again, ain't ya?

EZZY: Maybe I'm like James Bond now, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: You'll always be a Maid Marian (to me!).

EZZY: Selfie-like?

Did Ezzy leave? What choice would she have (now) of this new 21st-Century of capitalism super vision, and Amlan felt like the old-hand who'd stay-behind (again!). However, she did feel Romanticism and love-charms and wondered if (for the first-time), by chance, she might relinquish her new life and rejoin with Mr. Satan. This was a high-art dilemma not to be resolved outside the Newark airport (for cyber gossip or photo synthesis).

AMLAN: Don't stay.

EZZY: You want me to fall into troubles and darkness!

AMLAN: If you stay, the world will stink.

EZZY: Damn you.

AMLAN: I won't see you again (I know it).

EZZY: So what?
AMLAN: Things change (Selfie-like).

EZZY: Damn you.

Amlan visited the tombstone of Nina (his departed mom) and placed some Mother's Day flowers, the next year; and he'd remember his visit from old-darling Ezzy as a journal language for the thorns-and-bombs of manmade inventive Romanticism and nature's undeniable bonds of emotional maturity (even if for modest regret).