A Fracas in Florence

Facebook reminded me that I posted this exactly an year ago, and now I want to go to Italy again!

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“I’ve traveled across the world over the last 30 years,” Dave said in a hushed tone to his wife Maggie, “But never have I been asked to pay protection money… that too by a Chinese crocodile gangster!”
“Maybe he’s just bluffing,” Maggie contributed her two cents to the bizarre situation, “If we don’t pay up the 100 Euros that he’s asking for, what is he going to do? Eat us? He’s just a crocodile!”
The conversation was taking place on the banks of the river Arno in Florence, or Firenze for the Italians and the non-Italian pretentious. Dave and Maggie, had come from Canada to escape one crazy extortionist who was presiding over their neighboring country, but were now in the grasp of another equally crazy one. Not as dangerous, admittedly, but sufficiently so to put a spanner in their plans.
Which, as the crocodile was now getting tired of…

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About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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2 Responses to A Fracas in Florence

  1. This is great! Your writing made me smile. 🙂 I just got back from Firenze, it was so beautiful.

    Thanks for visiting my blog. Lovely to meet you. Debbie

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