Thursday 17 July 2014

New York Snowflakes



Snowflakes began to fall around me as she held the taser up to my face.

“Understand? You tell him to marry me, ‘Brother’, or I make your life a living hell, then I turn you over to the cops, got it?” she barked in our native tongue.

A few hours later, her potential green card got me alone, although I saw her hiding in the bushes.

“So look, I love her, but I need to know, before she came here, was she, well…”

I considered my options.

“She’s as pure as New York snow.”

They both reacted how I hoped.

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