Wild-Man of Charge: Great Depression (Fiction)

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of American history/culture resilience superstitions casting lines/illusions of wrought shyness for cleats.

A Great Depression fiction. Thanks for reading (and Happy Halloween, all)

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The tone and glassy reading of that time of Earthling/American superstition and worry coinciding with complete economic crash and unemployment and lifestyle concerns for the world was set by the teeming peoples wandering, sometimes aimlessly, focused on the magnets of capitalism and the cleats of governance density for social gossip and news and stories and image (damn).

What the world did not need, however, was some loose cannon seeking some nondescript libertine image of consciousness, but that's what it got, in the form of a self-nicknamed 'Wild-Man' who'd decided to roam the American Homeland in search of something unsettling or even alien for overground journal sanity (damn). The Wild Man wandered town-to-town during the Depression, harassing, drawing-away, and sometimes even bloody murdering assigned/dutiful lawmen and policemen seeking only sanitary traffic-procedure images for daily-life arms for even fiction (wow).

WILD MAN: I've got a bad-gun, ha.

INTERVIEW: You're wearing a mask, but we remain unsure it's you!

WILD MAN: Oh, I promise...I'm the Wild Man (himself!).

INTERVIEW: You've got a weapon you claim reveals the spray of anarchy in the waters?

WILD MAN: You said it...and no one else shall repeat my levels of badness (ever!).

INTERVIEW: Well, we're to think some future-world premonition for capitalism's Ego.

WILD MAN: Why not...for art's changelings (ha)?

Years later, we find no (official!) record of any certainty of the Wild Man's existence of his predisposition of dark-omen messaging for Earthling capitalism superstitions. There's only (now!) loose-talk and hearsay of the lifestyle/conversational/bias variety of campfire humor. After all, the Great Depression would induce multiple forms/colors for hospitality-chaos, and just about any good old patriot would construe an anarchist or naysayer of civilization resilience would cast himself as a Wild Man of bad legends (sure). However, some hard-line inquirers of Depression-era mystique/lore maintain the Wild Man was not only real, but perhaps the Devil himself, in human form to destroy Earthling/American senses of incomplete-bureaucracy arts for fantasy (hmmm). One Depression writer, while enjoying a world-exchange reflection of (Indian) soft-zest luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate in the American Homeland, Mr. Amlan Satan, thought to himself, "What if I'm the Wild Man of the GD (Great Depression), reincarnated for a 21st-Century consumerism culture consciousness image of enhanced social media and journal 'fantasy' for the books of sportsmanship?"