Roller-Watches

A Story by Abishai100

Superstitious dad narrates this 'view' for his ambitious son's escape-line for roller-skate watch for Shakespeare-theme adaptation of the Hamlet-fiction of onsides-miracles.

A father-son superstitions 'faerie-tale' of interzone-distances image, inspired (very-loosely) by Hamlet (Shakespeare).

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Interpol) and is therefore cast as purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' imaging).

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Let me tell you the stranger characterization tale of my drifter-son Mr. Amlan Satan who'd become a special avid-fan of roller-skating in Boston-park like me (Emit), while he pursued his own special language-arts for vigilantism-mask as a Robin Hood agent blood-diamond rumored/insured bank-storages swaps for street-lore and legends/maps for Selfie-consumerism commentary culture readings of citizenry-wind.

SON (Amlan Satan): I met this gorgeous Boston-town roller-skating lady angel!

ME (Father): Should I be concerned, sonny-lad?
SON: Sure you should, father of eye, since she's my angel-of-interception!

ME (Father): Why'd you insist this roller-girl angel is my answer to hate?

SON: Well, daddy...this is a field goal game for father-son dodecahedrons!

ME (Father): Why'd I wager you'd win her soul for skate-park laughter?

SON: Well, I saw you zooming to her on skate, and I blocked you as a nerd!

ME (Father): Damn...roller-girl immortal is leviathan-blush, eh?

SON: Without doubts (Selfie-like), Emit.

I was confounded, and I became an Othello/Reversi obsessed man of Earth-space father-son contests, and since the space-borders evasion/lines game of placement/positions 'intelligence superstitions' for dominion/confidence, I knew that this darling prince-son acrobat of escapism had become a diplomacy-messenger of dart-mouths for Hell's helmet (wow).

EZZY ('Roller-Girl'): This was some escape-image from your skating-father figure!

SATAN (Son): I found the right-stuff tones for park-skating defense-vanity, no?

EZZY ('Roller-Girl'): I've become your Ophelia for park-skates dodecahedrons!

SATAN (Son): We've escaped from the beard-ghosts of Emit (my daddy).

EZZY ('Roller-Girl'): Without park-cleat, darling (Selfie-like).

SATAN (Son): My insurance is an (egg-fiction) Interpol-relations gym, darling!

No one knew that my baby-boy son, the source of my envy, was actually a blood-diamonds smugglers highways intercept-intelligence 'James Bond' stranger character, which I knew now after I found his journal-notes, which included a capitalism-insurance notation that read, "Mardi-Gras bank-swaps with conflict-zone gems intelligence with glass-animal toys eco-capitalism message 'theater' casts me as a masked Western (American Homeland) sculptor/illusionist of all things simplified leviathan-back for 'field' goals!" Had he become a subject for conflict-zone gems smugglers intercept antiterrorism/piracy docs, as he'd become a roller-skating 'interceptions' angel-hero for his roller-girl damsel (Ezzy) for some Mardi-Gras storyboard?

How'd my son translate park (Boston-town) skating-evasion and acrobatics-image for rescue of his darling 'roller-girl' (Ezzy) with his capitalism-race super vision for Western (American Homeland) banks 'confidence-art' for traffic-defense/vigilantism and 'James Bond' languages for religious stencil? Had I become the Hamlet-ghost for his world-capitalism vigilante-offense examinations? What do you think? Do you doubt sons-of-sportsmanship offer 'wage' for treasure/fortune cleat for rolling antiterrorism-class (for the Ego)?