Somehow Phoenix

A tale of disappeared husband, returned from Bermuda Triangle; a return requiring Romanticism's special 'Selfie-culture' cleats for a risen phoenix-like dictionary.

A tale of romance's special waves of intrigue. 

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Mr. Amlan Satan was working on a special mail-order-bride language and found a nice Internet-lady who'd been getting over the disappearance and likely death of her Navy-husband (Tom Shepherd) and prepared his Homeland-Jersey townhouse for a cool reading of hospitality and rekindled Romanticism for his Selfie-age of incomplete-distances readings to the 'leviathan' of life's special commentary-linked intelligence (for the Ego!).

EZZY: This is a comfy cute cuddly town-home for us, hubby-man.

ME: Good look; thanx for the praises, Ezzy; I anticipate nice life here (for us!).

EZZY: Yeah, Tom disappeared; there were rumors it was the Bermuda Triangle.

ME: Your hubby vanished in that Bermuda Triangle, Ezzy?

EZZY: This townhouse will restore our senses of life's image; we're together!

ME: Excellence; Facebook-like (thanx).

At first, everything between Ezzy and Amlan was great. They shared his special culinary-skills, shopped together, and took walks to the park and nearby airport, where they celebrity-spotted for their (American Homeland) Selfie-culture of incomplete-distances to the 'leviathan' of uncertainties-negotiations through contact, consciousness, and colored-glass readings (sure).

Then, something happened. Tom Sheperd returned home. He somehow made it out, with his copilot (Navy), of the mysterious Bermuda Triangle, somewhat in a haze; and he insisted (now) all he saw was thick blinding fog and couldn't believe he made it through (somehow). He had to look-up Ezzy, his dear (now remarried!) wife, and he knew everything was going to be life-affirming now (somehow!).

CONCIERGE: You look pensive, drinking wine; chuckling now-and-then, sir.

AMLAN SATAN: I'm waiting here while my (ex) wife is chatting with her hubby.

CONCIERGE: You lent your house to your ex and her hubby, sir?

AMLAN SATAN: She was my wife; we married since his disappearance; he's back!

CONCIERGE: And she wants to work-it-out with him (now?).

AMLAN SATAN: You said it; I'm half-sad and half-happy (for them).

CONCIERGE: You'd made a fortune and hoped the mail-order-bride IQ would work.

AMLAN SATAN: That's it; hubby reappeared after vanishing (Bermuda Triangle).

CONCIERGE: That's a stranger 'wooden' tale I've heard (of), sir (thanx for sharing).

AMLAN SATAN: Nothing like hotel-lobby TV (Super Bowl) to forget life's glasses.

"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)