Death & the Calculator

Claim of a grieving widower in the American Homeland whose shock-discovery of the 'specter' of his departed-wife (Esmerelda) draws journey-way 'IQ' for aliens and boogeymen.

A world alien superstition vignette/fiction. Happy Saturday, all 

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There I was happy as a clam after getting over the tragic accidental death of my beloved (wife). My wife (Esmerelda) was killed in a car-crossing crash; and I was devastated. Imagine my surprise which got deeper when I then beheld her 'specter' in a fashion-show in New England (Boston, Mass.) and realized she had returned to Earth disguised (somehow!) as a ghost (damn). I had to approach her; and she whispered, "I only half-understand you, because in this (new) life, my Selfie is variable, darling." I didn't know what to think for my own Selfie (Facebook-like).

Esmerelda was everything to me. I read to her at bedtime, and she shared my passion for world 'troubles' like matters of Catholic-Protestant coexistence in the Western world and college-football and things like that. We also shared a love of homemade pizza. This Ghost-Esmerelda ('GH') was way-different, but in (eerie?) ways...she was somehow quite similar to the woman I lost to an American tragedy (damn). I had to reconcile my scattered brain-activity; and I insisted we go for coffee and pumpkin-pie after her fashion 'event' concluded...and she agreed (Facebook-like!).

ESMERELDA: I'm not (perfectly) your wife, Earth prince darling.

ME: Please...please...I feel it's you (still).

ESMERELDA: I'm disclosure-prone for my (stranger) secret now, sir.

ME: You're Ghost-Esmerelda, I know!

ESMERELDA: That's not it (perfectly)...I'm a Martian (visitor).

ME: What's it?
ESMERELDA: I tracked your wife's death and took her semi-visage for a spy game.

ME: Spy?

ESMERELDA: Your Earth world is (somehow) Jabberwocky midways, Earth prince.

ME: Spy?
ESMERELDA: Take-time with me...learn some shockwave...if you insist, darling.

ME: Spy?
ESMERELDA: You might find some 'discovery' of Earth-realm valence (no?).

Esmerelda (or 'Ghost-Esmerelda'?) and I parted-ways; and I believed her claim of being a Martian spying on our Earth world of incomplete-arts for pockets of commerce/customs 'intelligence' for mentalism graphics re-presentation; and her 'spy-game' drew me in...or maybe I just missed my wife (damn). Post-parting, I made a capitalism/consumerism Xmas-consumerism shopping complex visiting 'alien' (or elf!) parody avatar ("Evil_Elf") to craft a (stranger) 'faerie-tale' of encounter with a mall terror invoking our Earthling cleats of things...midways. Wow...what if Esmerelda wasn't killed in a crash and I'd never found such 'valence' (for leviathan/uncertainty)? What do you think?

"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)