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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