French Frantic: Air Short

A Story by Abishai100

Traveler narrates the weird loss of his mail-order-bride during a French trek yielding Selfie-wonder of Earth-realm (incidental) gravity.

A world-transit jitters story/fiction. Thanks for reading!

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"I didn't know flying to Paris with my Euro mail-order-bride (Ezzy) in late-Summer '25 would yield an expression of mourning/doubt, but that's what happened on our unpredictable Earth of Selfie lifestyle commentary culture (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

"My name's Amlan Satan. I'm a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic; and I wanted to find a mail-order-bride to enrich my religious life after making a small fortune on Wall-St. during the '09 mini-crash and ended up thinking/dreaming of a Summer-'25 trek to Paris (France) with Ezzy (my amazing Euro mail-order-bride) for a cinema-Earth reading of things of tourism/travel securities for journal-write (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

EZZY: Look at that stranger, hubby, over there, by the kiosk!

AMLAN (Me): Darling I note him; and I note his scarlet scarf and dark eyes.

EZZY: Why don't you talk to that French policeman and I'll approach the stranger.

AMLAN (Me): You think he's suspect.

EZZY: We can make a citizen's arrest, darling (wow).

AMLAN (Me): Maybe he's a smuggler...if not an alien (ha).

EZZY: Hurry and grab the policeman (Facebook-like).

"I returned to the American Homeland only without a wife and to visit a tombstone area to make a dark-prayer(s) about the vanishing of Ezzy (damn). I had grabbed the French policeman in half-good time, as he was frustratingly eating a pastry and waited too long for me to swiftly fly to Ezzy seeking to nab a suspicious Paris stranger; both he and Ezzy were gone by the time the policeman and I went to their once-spot to inquire of things. I never found Ezzy. We looked everywhere (wow). Now, I know...Earth and my Selfie age is incomplete-arts of things...onside (Facebook-like!)."