Tale of a Dark Shorthand

Fictional portrait of a journal-scribbling world-insider whose 'encounter' with a masked lady draws an (American) expression...of shadows.

A tale from the dark-side. Happy Summer, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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"There I was at my timeshare getaway (Massanutten) thinking of my acquired Pink Panther (media) diamond and incomplete-arts of things of funnies and comics and American Homeland culture comforts for pillows when I got a stranger-knock on my 'haven' door. Follow along, friends (Selfie-like)."

"Of course, I'd become a fancy-thief for clearings of conflict-zone gem zone exploitations superstitions in the West and thought my Berkshires time-off wouldn't yield anything of complexity of things of incomplete-arts of American Homeland culture things of Selfie-life as Halloween fast approached (for the Ego!)."

STRANGER-WOMAN: Greetings, thief.

ME: My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a Slovak-Algerian Catholic writer.

STRANGER: Here in the Berkshires, getaway, thief?

ME: I'm not aware of your psyche-sensibility of label of me, stranger (ok?).

STRANGER: I know you've the Pink Panther...you blogged about it (Berkshires).

ME: How'd you know that blog was by me, my timeshare cottage-number?

STRANGER: I put pieces together, you mentioned a view and 1st-floor haven, ha.

ME: You must've knocked on 10 doors before getting to my haven, stranger, no?

STRANGER: Maybe, but I know it's you...you thief.

ME: What do you want, stranger; I'm a writer with museum-ties (Pink Panther).

STRANGER: I brought you coconut muffins...if you're not a thief, no fear...

ME: Aha, should I eat a muffin gifted by a stranger (cop?) in hockey-mask?

STRANGER: I'm from the dark-side, thief...and I'm a telepath, Mr. Satan.

ME: "Satan" is also the surname of a North American ice-hockey player, stranger.

STRANGER: Eat the muffin...it's like Alice in Wonderland test.

ME: What (Facebook-like)?

"What did the stranger-in-mask want (with me), you maybe ask? I invited her into my Berkshires 'haven' and made her zesty/juicy lamb-curry, which she enjoyed but with her mask still on (damn). I wondered what to do/think/say, as we watched ice-hockey on TV (together!). I kept stalling the test-offer to eat one of her muffins. If she was a cop, she wouldn't try to poison me, but she'd certainly measure my 'jitters' of thief-heart (ha). However, my work was more vigilante-insider 'art' and less Selfie-greediness. She loved my lamb(s), the messenger from the dark-side (Selfie-like)."

POLICEMAN: The woman you 'greeted' is a suspect (abduction).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Maybe she's Martian (ha)?

POLICEMAN: Thanx for the lamb-curry, Mr. Satan...quite-good (comfort-food).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hope you find the masked woman, officer (damn).

POLICEMAN: Mind if I have one of her muffins (you didn't eat)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'd be careful, officer...it may not be lamb-juice (ha).

POLICEMAN: The dark side (cool).

"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)