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A review by bekah_haip
Western Lane by Chetna Maroo
5.0
“
Pa ran a thumb around the silver frame. After a long time, he put my racket on the table between us. "It is very nice," he said. "You did well." He said this, but with his eyes and his body - his shoulders, his throat, the white bones visible under his skin - he was telling us that in one day we had exposed him, left him behind, left him wide open to whatever was coming for him.”
“
In the car park, Ged had asked me if I had thought about what would happen after this. I had and I hadn't. I'd imagined as far as Durham and Cleveland, but then there was a wall. Now I was inside the wall, and all I could do was stay in it. “
Pa ran a thumb around the silver frame. After a long time, he put my racket on the table between us. "It is very nice," he said. "You did well." He said this, but with his eyes and his body - his shoulders, his throat, the white bones visible under his skin - he was telling us that in one day we had exposed him, left him behind, left him wide open to whatever was coming for him.”
“
In the car park, Ged had asked me if I had thought about what would happen after this. I had and I hadn't. I'd imagined as far as Durham and Cleveland, but then there was a wall. Now I was inside the wall, and all I could do was stay in it. “