Mannequin...Jersey

Narrated 'claim' of a world-intelligence man whose apparent 'encounter' with a high-mannequin draws something 'hated' out of him (and us!).

A whimsical adaptation of the iconic consumerism-charms film Mannequin (Kim Cattrall). Thanks for reading! 

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I was in a special/certain shopping-mall in Franklin-Jersey when I came across a special/certain consumerism-clothing adorned series of mall mannequins with straight blonde-hair that stirred my 'incomplete' interest in capitalism-race intelligence. I started thinking I was hypnotized by their special image of haunting beauty. I wondered if I should retire from my life of blood-diamond infiltrations-chess work in North America. Now, you may know, blood-diamonds are 'conflict-zone' gems mined by warlords in Africa for 'rogue' terrorism/financing and may be 'seeping' around the globe sullying the international market of insurance/securities. Well, this Franklin-mall (USA) where I 'witnessed' this special/certain series of blonde-mannequins in one of the display lines/windows stirred my interest in retiring from blood-diamond work (altogether). This is a stranger story (really).

My name's Amlan Satan, and I started to think these 'mysticism' invoked mannequins of the Homeland were invoking mystery-life of diamond-intelligence work regret(s). In fact, I wondered if I should 'resist' my natural interest (or even 'pro-obsession') with completing my mall-mission to swap a diamond-display area with replicas from the 'underground' (since the gems-of-monitoring were most likely blood-diamonds trafficked into Jersey from British Columbia via Europe/Brussels and Sierra Leone, wow). I had to consider this newfound 'revelation' of wisdom that my life as a Catholic-man of the post-9/11 era Homeland simply became one of 'obsessive' infiltrations-work and not enough capitalism/commerce life charm.

I thought I swore I heard one of these mannequins, whom I named Ezzy, was whispering something to me (secretly!). I was shocked but charmed, and I had to think to myself (then), "I think I'm falling 'hopelessly' in love." What would/could I do (then)? I decided to run home and read my Stephen King copy of Christine that night in my Courtyard (hotel) room. I started thinking about that natural capitalism-race 'angst' propelling an intelligence-man to transfer deep-thoughts of living consciousness onto metaphysical wonders of eternity or even darkness/mystery and if my work-nature prompted an 'encounter' (other-worldly!) with this 'whispering-mannequin' come-to-life in my witnessing (hmm).

So I (Amlan Satan) decide, with some hesitation but much thought, to return to the Franklin-Jersey mall to 'talk' to this whispering mannequin of superstition the next day. I introduced myself and boasted I'd been a "James Bond" of the bloody diamond-chess underground and (now) sought some kind of retirement with romance or peace. She smiled! She told me (or seemed to whisper), "I'll find you in the street, and I'll walk-by as a living-creature/female/human, and you may seek my courtship, if you so choose (shrewdly!) to leave-behind your currency-life of gem-confidence hell-fighting, Mr. Bond." What could/would I say? I decided to perform this Franklin-mall mission (perhaps my final work!) and swapped the diamond-area holdings (owned by the ruthless Vancouver's Baron Goldfinger) with replica-treasures before I sighed and then strolled out the mall...hoping (praying?) I would (indeed!) encounter a 'vision' of peace/romance in the form of 'Ezzy' (my mannequin!) come-to-life and entreating me to a new 'examination'...one of a 'wrought' Homeland highness (ha).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)