From my fictional novel A Western Capitol Hill:
Chinese New Year. Firecrackers explode by the hundreds at a few Asian restaurants along
But the Denver Dragon finds it fascinating. The explosions tear at the inner fabric of ears and fill patrons’ lungs with sulfur smoke. Charred paper parachutes from the air. A team of men and women, who have donned a dragon costume – a couple of them encased in the head, the rest holding up sections of the tail – dance. Then, the head of the dragon takes a “bite” out of a cabbage that hangs from beneath the restaurant’s entryway.