Nadzam, Bonnie

Lamb

New York

Other Press

2011

"His thoughts washed back and forth between pitying the child and wanting to crush her, stamp her out for her own sake."

"I've been looking for the silver girl," he said. And it's a shame, because when this lunch is over, I have to put you in my truck, and take you home, and say good-bye." His thoughts washed back and forth between pitying the child and wanting to crush her, stamp her out for her own sake. Because he knew exactly what the rest of her life would be after he returned her, and it was a bleak and terrible secret that he and all the world were keeping from her, and his withholding was the worst of all, because his presence in her life--this sudden and unusual friendship--might be the only bright spot, the only break in an otherwise scripted life. She was an arm's length away. He could reach her, he could show her something else, just briefly, just for a page of her life. She was just close enough to warn. With a small bright spoon she ate from her glass dish of crème fraîche and the last of summer's crushed blackberries.
(p. 52)

Liquid::Washing

Reading

Bonnie Nadzam, Lamb (New York: Other Press, 2011).

06/07/2016