Dus Iz Neis !!hot!! -

He handed her a slice of the purple pickle. She looked skeptical, but she took a bite.

Avrum hesitated. He picked up a slice. It felt crisp, almost snapping under the pressure of his finger. He put it in his mouth. dus iz neis

"He found his lost passport five minutes before his flight? Dus iz neis!" He handed her a slice of the purple pickle

Elias reached in, his gnarled hands steady, and pulled out a cloth bundle. He unwrapped it on the counter. Inside were half a dozen pickles. But they weren't the standard green. They were a deep, almost iridescent purple. his gnarled hands steady