Misery's Thursday

A Story by Abishai100

Fictional portrait of inventiveness for resilience/spirit in a time/place of Invasion and hell's kitchens for forgetting (set in Kyiv).

A tale of street-endurance for mod-Earth's helmets of bloody resilience. Thanks so much for reading,

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Mr. Amlan Satan moved from Boston to Kyiv pre-Invasion and then had to endure the hardship of a war-torn Eastern Euro city of incomplete-distances readings to the cleats of leviathan, for his Selfie-age of lifestyle/transit drawn books for sanity (damn).

JOURNAL (Excerpts): "What could/would/should I do (now) in Ukraine...I need something more tangibly tacitly tough for this new environment, don't I...isn't this the right Oliver-Twist language of survival in street-mode for the 'blade' of evasion of leviathan...would I be able to corral some street-folk society-circle for Kyiv life (like a music-composition sheets collections side-activity/hobby for social media commentary for Earth's darkened city light of misery, perhaps Thursday)?"

Amlan Satan, our protagonist 'prince' of Kyiv, resolved to accomplish his activity view for resilience during the Invasion, creating a society 'streets' circle (club!) for music-composition sheets collections for social-media/Selfie commentary readings for that tune of leviathan-evasions for the heart.

ESMERELDA: Let's take in a Dickens-film for this Kyiv's Eve, darling.

SATAN: No doubt you're thinking vampire deacons or cities of economics, dear.

ESMERELDA: This is a Ukraine time of bad hospitality-readings...we need med.

SATAN: Good for thought, my dear; I know just the 'wire' photo-synthesis (bed-like).

Amlan got himself a nifty classic gun-toy, silver and tiny, for his Kyiv society-circle music-collections trophy piece, like a Stanley Cup held in an ice-hockey team athlete's home during rotations among the celebrated players' turn in making 'French-toast' for their (shared!) deed of Earthling light (for the Ego!).

ESMERELDA: I've a dream to be like Julie Andrews.

SATAN: The Sound of Music...Selfie-like (cool).

ESMERELDA: This is an Earth of misery (every Thursday!).

SATAN: Surely we've some cleats for Saturday AMs (e.g., Dungeons & Dragons).

ESMERELDA: Maybe (fine).

Amlan Satan married Esmerelda, and the Invasion was softened and moments passed in the news, on TV, that Europe would one day be once-more simplified for everyday-life/comforts (surely). He cheered Valentine's with Esmerelda's fave-dish, spinach-pizza and thought earnestly now of those incomplete-distances readings for all that was (clearly) Hell.