Phantoms in Substitution

Amlan consoles his widower-twin/brother Ajay for a UK-vacation in winter that coincides with a ghost/specter/woman sighting of 'jellyfish' Earth-realm proportion.

A ghost-tale set in the UK (fiction). 

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AMLAN: You're hallucinating, brother.

AJAY: I tell you truth as your twin/brother and co-tourist trekker in Omagh, Amlan.

AMLAN: Your wife's dead; this 'specter' you claim wanders around here in the UK is silly.

AJAY: No, no...we were at the jewelry store in Northern Ireland and then the cemetery for photos.

AMLAN: And?
AJAY: You were busy wandering taking photos for your landscape journal-album, right?

AMLAN: And?
AJAY: I swear I saw Shelbye wandering like a ghost, and it looked just like her, brother.

AMLAN: Northern Ireland writing from your Boston-town base for Catholic-bias draws hallucinations.

AJAY: It was her, and I know you and I share twin/brother psyche-bond for me to confide it.

AMLAN: This is not Facebook-like (for the gods).

Ajay had written varied Boston-town set shorts about modern 'James Bond' type work infiltrating the black market in North America as a treasure/insurance examination infiltrations-intelligence covert-man and found Rationalism in modern Western banks 'IQ' for motions in capitalism intrigue for controls/seizure of commerce lifestyle for Earthlings pre-tourist travel to Omagh (UK) with his twin/brother, Amlan. He hoped to transcend the trauma of losing his wife to a car-accident in New England and, at first, found Northern Ireland (Omagh) the right-touch traveler's spell for journal-writes for world Catholic prayers of the heart. Follow along, Selfie-like.

AMLAN: Look at this gorgeous painting...Irish lady (Shelbye?).

AJAY: I can hear the figure whispering (to me!).

AMLAN: You're losing marbles, brother.

AJAY: Can't you feel something, brother, as my twin (now)?

AMLAN: Wait...I just sensed she somehow moved around...inside the painting, brother!

AJAY: See?

AMLAN: You're having my brain juiced for your insanity now in Omagh, Ajay (damn).

AJAY: I say next time I spot the figure who resembles Shelbye, we track/follow her.

AMLAN: Wow, a stalker-UK tale of art-linked phantoms in the brain (for the Ego?).

AJAY: It's at least an inspiration write...novel concept...Twin Jellyfish (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Fair for fare (ok).

AMLAN: Did you spot the woman, brother?
AJAY: I did...and I know you did, brother.

AMLAN: I confess it, Ajay...I saw Shelbye (damn).

AJAY: What's the Rationalism here?

AMLAN: She walked into the jewelry store and maybe exited out the back?

AJAY: I saw the very-same thing this morning while walking (with ya).

AMLAN: I'm getting nervous now...phantoms from Hell (or Heaven).

AJAY: We'll write about it (together!).

AMLAN: Fair for fare (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Ajay wrote his novel concept and won the Pulitzer Prize and didn't recount the smoky details of the sightings of the figure who resembled his dead-wife (Shelbye). Of course, twin/brother Amlan provided some needed Catholic-sibling prayers for writer's inspiration for the writing and agreed to keep the dark secret of Omagh-UK troubles for his mourning brother (Ajay). Ajay joked to Amlan, "While inside that jewelry store, I wondered if I'd swap one of the ring-diamonds with a piece (almost identical) I had in my pocket...as a 'souvenir' for what made me (us) see/think Shelbye was...somehow...thief of sanity (Facebook-like)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)