A classic story of madness and lost civilisations.
The madwoman was wearing a white velvet cheongsam. Standing on the bridge, she revelled in her own faded splendour. Normal people pay no attention to madwomen, but one woman from Shaoxing stayed on the bridge that afternoon to talk to this one; what was she coveting?
Part of the Storycuts series, this short story was previously published in the collection Madwoman on the Bridge.