Boston: '25 Jar Treaty

A Boston town patriot seeks private park-skyline fireworks for the upcoming year '25 and engages with a costumed woman with just chance.

A Boston-set fable for the New Year upcoming. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the city of Boston and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/criticism).

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Amlan Satan was set to make the New Year's ring for a '25 toast the right-stuff for medicine for modern Earthling paranoia for streets-disorientations made by inventive hideous terrorism for his Selfie-age of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of social customs/dodecahedrons (Facebook-like!).

Boston was his town, and he'd spent two great Summer seasons, one in high-school and one in college, for a gifted-student program in the Cambridge-area and then college association internship on Boylston St. Now, he wished to draw on his citizenry intuition of what made the New England populism colored glassy city a great antidote for traffic woes and patriot-art (for the Ego).

He got great fireworks. He made a pre-'25 cyber-image presentation (or mosaic) about the collections of sparkle explosions that would mark the skyline by the water and park a special antidote to terrorism's disastrous face. While in the park prepping his private feel, a woman came upon him, costumed as a superheroine, right out of the hieroglyph of comic art for Boston-town chance (sure).

WOMAN: I'm the night angel of the Boston city for this new year charm.

SATAN: Well, me thinks a leprechaun has crossed path with a street dude.

WOMAN: Isn't the Earth evil, friend?

SATAN: We might warm the freeze of American Homeland jitters...as a duo!

WOMAN: That's rich, for Boston's juries.

SATAN: Selfie-like (happy jar).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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