Miami: Dark-Cerulean (Pt.1)

Orange-State dark tale of newlyweds-detour, kidnap, and terrorism/thievery woe for roadways stretching a mindfulness for things Earthling jagged.

Orange-State (Miami) romance heist tragedy. Happy Memorial Day weekend, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/commentary).

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AMLAN: This Orange-State trek for vacation-land image has 'mark' for newlyweds.

DANICA: I concur we're cool-cat trippers for Miami's beach-and-turf getaway, dear.

AMLAN: Cool beans, and we'll open a new account to start our life/waffle-venture!

DANICA: There's no reason to think capitalists will encounter Hell (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Danica, cool newlyweds of the blue-sky of Miami (Orange-State), knew their languages for capitalism IQ was right-stuff for their waffle-dive on the beach called Cerulean and darted to the central bank to open a new account (together!). However, Amlan was wrong they'd not encounter any kind of Hell for Earthling drink and darkness. Follow along, Facebook-like (for the Ego).

THIEF: I take this couple as hostage for my eco-terrorism act and take to vault!
MANAGER: Amlan and Danica are great newcomer investors for our Miami-city.

THIEF: I don't care if they're Ozzie and Harriet, manager; I'm taking them now!

MANAGER: What's this talk of 'blood-diamonds' for theater and Hell now, sir?

THIEF: Hey, I didn't storm-in in this Coronavirus-mask with my acid-gun for tales.

MANAGER: We don't want trouble, Interpol-eye, or street-paranoia here today.

THIEF: Then do what I said, and Happy Halloween (Facebook-like for heavens).

Amlan and Danica thought they had it all for the American Dream on the sunny hot Halloween season day they walked in for their cool Cerulean account opening when dark skies became their new languages; when the nameless 'Thief' (eco-terrorist bad-guy) stormed-in for hell and roses, it seemed to the insiders that he'd somehow made them part of his (overall) 'agenda' for street-gossip concerning incomplete-arts of citizenry locks for rumored/insured/smuggled 'blood-diamond' talk in the beaches of the Western world of our great Blue Planet (wow).

AMLAN: I doubt this guy takes us all the way to the Grand Canyon for blood/wine.

DANICA: I'm so frightened, husband.

AMLAN: Look me in the eye and tell me we haven't cooperated in every way.

DANICA: Thief's Hell for Heaven, husband.

AMLAN: He's made an offer to release us in the Southwest if we pose as his pals!

DANICA: This guy's making a cross-country trio-photo mosaic for Facebook with us.

AMLAN: If we stay cool as Miami, we'll return to the Beach for continued rulers.

DANICA: If one of us die, and it's me...promise me you'll seek some new dream.

AMLAN: That's promises for arms (Selfie-like).

Amlan kept his promises, but Thief didn't and bloody-murdered darling-Danica (damn). Thief then took Amlan on a continued road-adventure of darkness back to the East Coast, creating a highwaymen 'like' photo-synthesis for self-claimed eco-terrorism 'sanity' arts (hmmm). Amlan wondered if he'd become a black-white stat for things of dark blue depression and only remembered Danica. However, he remembered the promise he made (to her!). What would this road lead to for Amlan, a promising capitalist who saw Miami Beach as simply a 'mark' for things Zion (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)