Butter Tea at Starbucks

“The flames flap with a noise like laundry on a line. The fire is an orange column. A plastic bag pirouettes in mid-air. The camera, unsteady, lingers and lingers. And in the middle, the figure stands upright, stoic or suicidal. Pema thinks: she’s already dead.”

Published: Sep 21, 2016
Length: 21 minutes (5,363 words)
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