Across English Street-Photon

Narrator presents why two (random) intersecting New England folks with theorized contrasting life-direction reflect a seasons Blue-Planet 'shadow' for fantasy/mystery.

A world social media and Selfie culture curiosity precociousness fiction. Happy Summer (and Xmas-in-July!), 

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Mr. Amlan Satan seemed a peculiar man who sat outside a diamond store on a special street of shopping in the '25 Halloween-Thanksgiving-Xmas 3-month season of American Homeland consumerism and culture-festivities activity, taking notes/photos of human pedestrian traffic languages, which is what I noticed as I walked by his Earth-corner that year in my Selfie-life world of lifestyle-jars (Facebook-like!).

Ms. Danica Harris had been walking by on a street in that same area of New England that 3-month season of '25 consumerism/festivities of Earth; and I noted her too, and how she took notes/photos of human pedestrian traffic outside a financial bank. I discovered the names of both of these American Homeland individuals through street-chatter and hearsay and friends crossing their paths to greet them by name..."Man, my postman came today and asked, 'Are you Amlan Satan' as if I didn't live in my own house'!"..."Girl, I've been taking notes outside this bank here in New England, and if a cop walks by and inquired, I can tell him the great Ms. Danica Harris is a cyber-teacher working on commerce-traffic stats for Earth grids, ha'." That's how I discovered their names, through hearsay and street-chatter (etc.). I felt like a social-media spy, an Inspector Clouseau (or something).

Well, I had to wonder why Amlan/Danica had to take these peculiar/specific photo-pedestrian Selfie notes about thoroughfare outside a New England bank and diamond store in that corner-of-Earth. I had to know. I kept watching them, from a distance, following them, and I felt like a stalker (maybe!). What did they want? What were they notating, perhaps for a novel concept for a writer (or something)? I had to know, so I kept watching them that 3-month season, following them (hmmm). I made some chess-men butter-cookies to munch on while spying on them. Then it dawned on me...one was staking-out consumer-traffic for security consciousness to choreograph a dark-heist; and the other was taking human transit notes for Earth life and Halloween-Thanksgiving-Xmas shells writing (short stories!).

'OVERHEARD TALK'

DANICA: This bank sure does see regular traffic and cops every 2-3 hrs. or so.

AMLAN: I guess the diamond outfit in New England is overground life sheet.

Of course, I didn't know if my hunch was right. Was one a thief and the other a writer, in this New England corner of Earth where I found special Selfie-life fascination of everyday mysteries/sanity? I don't know. I decided to make a neon-glowing super character 'avatar' for my own fantasy/thrill presentation of the mind's curiosity, with an options-doubt outcome imagination inviting my reader to ponder which human being planned a heist and which one sought to write about the qualia of Earth-pocket field goals (for the Ego!). I called my neon-super 'avatar' the great Jabberwocky-Angel, and the 'specter-being' was truly...Halloween-Thanksgiving-Xmas shadows (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)