“I sighed as heavily as I could with a snake wrapped around me and resigned myself to the fact that I was obviously going to die right there on Fulton Street, surrounded by a ring of amused and utterly unsympathetic tourists. It occurred to me that if the snake squeezed the life out of me, it would make Grace the love of my life by default; and though my crush on her was less than an hour old, I was well aware of how poorly that fact would reflect on me.”

by Ellisa Goldberg