Emily Kimelman - Sydney Rye 04 - Strings Of Glass - Plot & Excerpts
Young men, thin and lithe, smiled and hung their arms around each other in groups of three or four. We reached the top of the street and I looked into the mayhem. The road was teeming with cows, rickshaws, motorcycles, dogs, anything and everything. Vehicles moved back and forth through the sea of people, standing out as islands. Drawn by stalls filled with kites, masks, hats, and glass-coated string, people clung to the edges like leaves pushed out of a stream and onto the shore. Some of the kites were just simple colored paper, cocktail napkins for the sky. Others had geometric designs and tails that promised to flutter in the wind. Some featured well-known Disney characters and were made from materials that would stink when burned. “There will be hundreds of people,” Anita said to me over my shoulder as we maneuvered through the crowd. “All of these people here, tomorrow will be on their roofs, flying kites.” The tables filled the stalls so that the sellers sat on them along with their wares.
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