‘Adventure playground?’ said Rania. ‘Look, there’s nobody there.’

They veered left and stared down the far slope towards the pirate ship and the high walks and the orange climbing nets. A train jogged along the tracks at the bottom, a stubby Sunday train of four carriages, pausing a while, waiting for three fluorescent jackets to cross the tracks and signal the all-clear. Bonfire smoke twised lazily from a back garden. A crow hopped ahead on the grass.

— Love Marriage by Monica Ali (Page 165)