Bring the Devil Home

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of eschewed family-consciousness yielding Earthling-expression for 'distances' in home, society, conversation, and even dry-wit.

A family-values 'paranoia' tale from the dark-side of the Earthling-expressions.

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Amlan thought to bring his new girlfriend (from Dartmouth) home to meet his estranged/troubled father (Emit) to somehow reconcile the fact that he'd become certain it'd be wiser to seek incomplete-distances from Emit, given his alcoholism and worries about writer's block, reflecting some stranger character Selfie-consumerism lifestyle commentary culture of everyday-life dodecahedrons. Follow along!

DANICA: You want me to aid you in some chat about sports-TV with Emit.

AMLAN: Will you do this for a temp-examination inquiry about home-view?

DANICA: What if he makes 'mark' of me as some meaningless calendar-mouse?

AMLAN: I assure you I'll prep Emit to think you're not just a Facebook-model.

DANICA: What's the door-balance between family-bond and casual courtesies?

AMLAN: That'll be my fear, darling...Facebook-like (ok).

When Amlan took Danica home one autumn Saturday's Eve, during an iconic Notre-Dame/Penn-St. (college-football) broadcast for (American Homeland) football culture rivalry-celeb glitter, surely drawing a (drunken) Emit to TV-hypnosis, the first thing he told Emit was Danica's 'pronounced' fascination with college ice-hockey (not football 'field goals'). Well, Emit was somewhat shocked/disoriented and asked Danica if she was a fan of cyber-tech modernism and if she had some 'cute-mouse' she played with to look-up her fave hockey-teams on the Net. Danica noted that their (shared) Homeland-Jersey suburbia prototype town-house was something like a haunted-haven one might see on social-media/Facebook (wow).

EMIT: So, you want to watch Irish/Nittany TV with me, eh darlings?

AMLAN: Well, you've the look-tonight of a brisk drinking street-chief, Emit.

DANICA: We do like college-sports TV (in general), Emit (ok).

EMIT: I look like a detective, sonny-lad?

AMLAN: Be cool, father...Danica's simply a college-athletics calendar-angel (ok).

DANICA: In fact (in deed), Emit sir, I like that Facebook-like 'face' IQ for humans.

EMIT: Maybe you should get your darling a computer-mouse for Xmas, sonny-lad!

AMLAN: I can hear your drunkenness...let's make peace with Danica's courtesy.

DANICA: Sounds sanity; you're a father-son 'helmet' worth a leviathan (ha).

AMLAN: Farewell, chief...may Facebook/TV find you in detectives-gear!

EMIT: Fine; I suppose I'll thank you for having me greet your love to me, sonny.

DANICA: Facebook-like.

Amlan learned something invaluable that Saturday autumn-eve at a time when love was healing the scars of generic (American Homeland) father-son leviathan-imagery. He learned Danica was (in deed!) that college-athletics culture fanfare 'darling' for chats that would draw in him special bread/fruit for those lines of reconciling culture...with private 'dowry' life (for the Ego!).