Thin-January

A Story by Abishai100

Cursed sports fan/writer is cursed in New England by a vengeful traumatized gypsy and finds his life thrown into a black hole of inevitable knot for football.

Thinner (Stephen King) adaptation fanfiction. Thanks so much for reading (Happy Autumn, all)

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PSYCHIATRIST: You really have been shaken, and your body visage is mirror, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Two months ago, writing about the Super Bowl for Xmas, right?

PSYCHIATRIST: You were happier, fatter, jollier, and more sportsmanship-sane, ok!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Doc, I made bad-deal with a football cards man; placed curse!
PSYCHIATRIST: This 'gypsy' man in New England cursed you before you got home?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Doc, I felt my body changing during my ride back to Jersey.

Amlan, affable Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American sports treasures collector and writer, had had a fine Xmas-season of incomplete-arts of Super Bowl storytelling for premonitions in New England while on-trip for his club network before crashing into a man claiming to hail from an old Earth clan of Euro-gypsies, now insistent that Mr. Satan crashed into him after a poor-trade of football-cards for solid/ethical business. The gypsy placed a hideous curse on the man, and while Satan drove home to Jersey that Winter, he started feeling like he was changing (literally)...perhaps for the magic claims and photo-synthesis power of the cursing gypsy (wow).

WIFE: All's you need is Chinese-chicken with sweet/sauce, hubby.

SATAN: Wife, it's January, the Super Bowl's near, and my predictions were wrong!

WIFE: You sound awful, and your demeanor's destroyed; tell your therapist, man.

SATAN: I told my psychiatrist (everything)...I have to find that gypsy for life.

WIFE: You drive back to New England before the Super Bowl, hubby?

SATAN: What choice do I have (Facebook-like)?

Amlan never made it to New England for that January desperations-drive to find the cursing-gypsy to implore for reversal-of-fortune. En-route, however, Mr. Satan decided to mail his wife a double photo of his current-life/image, with lost-weight, the impact-outcome of the gypsy curse he now believed was inevitable for his life as an Earthling (wow). His wife got the photo, but her hubby never got home, and no one knew what happened to him. Amlan Satan's wife wondered if her hubby's greatest ill-fate was simply not paying sufficient attention in school as a teenager learning to drive a car (damn).