Hamlet reincarnated

Here is a small piece I did for someone and which received some good reviews. I was to take a classic piece of literature, in this case, Amleth-Prince of Denmark, the inspiration for Shakespeare's Hamlet, and portray a modern version of it. So here it goes.

Modernizing of an Ancient Tale - Amleth, Prince of Denmark

The room fell suddenly silent to the clinking of a fork against the champagne glass and halted everyone's thoughts momentarily.
"I would like to announce that Harold and I will be getting married!"
Everyone paused and regained their senses and applauded as the ripple grew to thunder, in the living room of the Henderson's. All this while Artlett, the only son of the Henderson's, watched the proceedings agape and in utter shock and disbelief. Everyone clamored around Fergie Henderson soon to be Fergie McCormick of Harold McCormick. Joshua Henderson, the previous spouse of Mrs. Fergie, had been recently divorced and was a successful auditor at his firm who had worked his way through every obstacle and climbed every rung on the ladder to reach to the top but that came at a price; the price of family. Little Artlett always visited home during the vacations from college and noticed that things did not feel the same. His parents always smiled and put on a good show but he later discovered that they were going through a horrid time and by then Artlett was too late to influence anything as the divorce papers had been inked in and everything was now "official" as the judge put it. So began a new life for Artie, as he was affectionately known, traversing between "mom" and "dad" during his vacation days, which were more torturous than the pop quizzes he received for organic chemistry. The marriage was a shocker, not that he didn't expect his parents to move on, but that Harold was his dad's old partner! He cringed at the thoughts running through his mind. It was not a very good picture. Joshua still had not married nor was dating anyone, he was far too heartbroken by his divorce and the day he took his vows was still fresh in his memory like the morning dew.
"Congratulations, Artie!"
"What for? I haven't taken part in this, this .." said Artie, despite his best efforts to find that one elusive word.
Mess! What a mess! This is total BS, completely insane! How can she do this to dad?! He has always been so loyal to her! What did she find in that Harold? Not honor. Nor beauty. Prestige he has not. A bastard! I never liked him from the moment I laid my eyes on him. He always resembled a weasel. Bastard!
"Artie," Michelle interrupted.
"Huh. Yeah?" replied Artie as he made his way down to reality from his thoughts.
"You ok? You don't look so good."
"Umm yeah I will be fine. Thanks for looking after me but I need some alone time now."
"Ok if you need me then you know where to find me."
"Thanks Michelle."
With that he left the house and stepped out into the black night. There was no moon this night and why should there be? 'Twas a dark night in his life. This marriage had snuck upon him like a wolf pouncing on its prey. He felt sick and confused. Out he popped a Marlboro and lit it; took one deep draw, held the smoke in and felt it unraveling in his chest and let out a thin stream of white that faded away into the darkness. He tried to follow the smoke but like his thoughts it was everywhere and to grasp it, even mentally, would be a tough task. Always quick and fiery, at barely eighteen, Artie had grown a reputation of one with a short fuse, although not the strongest in terms of physicality but nonetheless intimidating. Being a loner did not help his temper either as it would always feed on itself and eventually on Artie but he would always make a good act of hiding it around people, he was intensely private. He motioned towards his mom's Volvo and checked to see if it was unlocked.
Yes!
He sat in the car and smoked away and started to play sleuth to keep his mind away. Nothing could help his mind as this was the Volvo dad had taught him to drive in and was the Volvo that was gifted to his mother on her birthday.
Aaaaaaaah!
Artie slapped the steering wheel hard in an attempt to control his rage. His mother had asked him what he thought of Harold.
"He seems like a fine guy mom."Fine guy my ass! How did he not see that coming?! He blamed himself and wished he could have said otherwise. He began to sift thru the car some more but then realized suddenly that there were many "man" things in the car. Hard rock CDs, football team air fresheners, and resigned himself to the fact that his mother had given the car to Harold. This was not going to be easy on Artie.

The End

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