Chicago's Hamlet {II}

Prince Amlan Satan has two-turns of a love-angel rescue/redemption vision and may discover (instead) 'wrought' charm.

A second version of my original on WritersCafe, adaptation of Hamlet (Shakespeare). Hope you like, 

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Amlan Satan lived in his comfy Chicago apartment and invested in Wall Street after graduating from the Ivy-League and was worried his stern father's dark-shadow influence over his life would render him 'incapable' of embracing all the traffic/lifestyle flowery and amenities of the American Homeland social-media culture of consumerism-conversationalism and friendly networking, and this gave him much pause to wonder about an 'angel of romance' who'd rescue him from this 'pit' of indulgences.

This angel-of-love did indeed arrive and enter into the prince's heart, a fair maiden of the challenging Windy-City named Ezzy, who reminded Mr. Satan of the fair Ophelia from Shakespeare's iconic play about redemption and escape and indulgence. Amlan Satan wondered how he'd use this fair-maiden 'image' (of Ezzy) to cast out the demonic presence of his father who continued to shadow his Windy-City life...seeping into the wall-linings of his abode which (albeit!) boasted a sunny view of Earth (hmm).

AMLAN SATAN: Ezzy is my angel of escape from the world-walls of fortune's hauntings, created by my own doom-state of father-haunting, as I lay here daydreaming of Monopoly (Parker Bros.) and earnestly hope I've discovered a human-form potion for the sheer race-redemption of a man's own sense of 'wrought' dough (ha).

However, the fair Ezzy departed from Amlan Satan's life and he'd not see her for many years, or at least Ezzy herself, and he'd write in his journal of how 'closer' he came to the ends of his dark hopes and how he wondered what fate created to create this stranger-form of life diversion or dangerous detour. He loved her, and for her general American patriotism (still) considered her his 'doll' of escape...or intelligence.

EZZY: This is by-far the greatest egg-curry I've ever tasted, prince.

AMLAN: I know you speak fairly for you're fair, Ezzy; the dish's yours!

EZZY: Me thinks we'll be closer for some time (now).

AMLAN: You're the guest in my dream-home of self-made comfort.

Years later, we find Prince Amlan Satan (still) living in the challenging Windy-City and investing in Wall Street and (still) living comfortably in the American Homeland and (still) searching for his 'deity-doll' of escape/hope, and Ezzy's far-gone, and Amlan's still questing for the needed optimism to get-into social-media conversation-culture of lifestyle-confidence, perhaps networking with like-minded intelligentsia in the post-9/11 era.

AMLAN SATAN: I'd driven around Chicago in my newly-purchased (used) Accord and drove-past a woman whom (I swear!) was the twin-incarnate of my past-life/love (Ezzy) and I screamed out the window, "You must be Ezzy's twin...and must be my 'sign' of a discovery of returned sovereignty, darling" (but this 'twin-figure' didn't respond and simply kept walking (damn).

Forlorn and wondering what he'd do (now), Prince Satan decided to delve into his Wall Street work and made a killing with motor-car companies of the Western-world and (afterwards) wondered what his life would've been had he found the 'turn' of fortune's redemption through Romanticism and not capitalism race Rationalism/diligence/genius. This was his query as he decided (eventually) to 'partake' in the social-media 'chat' culture of friendly masquerade (wow).

MEMORY-NOTES (Conversation)

EZZY: What's this alien-invader chess-set, prince?
AMLAN: It's a themed game-board of sovereignty, darling.

EZZY: It gives me goosebumps, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: I fear (now) I'll draw you far with my dark thesaurus.

Was Amlan Satan Hamlet himself or (now) the Great Gatsby, having made a fortune and finding the 'escape' and shine of departure from the haunting-shadow of his stern father in Chicago? He'd always wonder, nevertheless, if that 'twin-figurine' of his potential rescue-angel (Ezzy) was indeed Ezzy's twin/sister, but he didn't pursue this stranger height (hmm).

SATAN (Amlan): Was that woman Ezzy or a hallucination; was she my second-strike at romantic height; was she only a hoax?

"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)