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This compelling drama is highly creative, sharp and original and will keep the reader gripped to the very end.
Anna and Frances haven’t seen one another since a chain of drastic events caused their family to fall apart, however the true cause of those events remains a secret, and one the perpetrator no longer wishes to keep.
Out Of Our Hands is a story about family, love and aspirations and about the struggle to live in harmony with those closest to us.
Existing peacefully in her cottage with her 42 year old handicapped daughter by her side, delighting in the seasonal glory of the English countryside, Anna gently recounts her turbulent past and the events that led to her establishing such an exquisite hideaway. Elsewhere, Frances, the daughter that she hasn’t seen for many years, suddenly finds herself doing the same. Skeletons are knocking on the closet door but are they too terrible to finally be released..?
Frances ~ ‘Tina had a wonderful sense of humour - not that any of us ever understood what the hell the nincompoop was laughing about, but she never seemed to shut up with it. A squealing, shrieking kind of laugh, a laugh which found something funny in every unremarkable incident - the passing of tomato ketchup, a lost remote control, a sneeze, the slamming of a door, the kettle boiling - they were all absolutely hilarious. On occasion I laughed with her, my parents too, all of us howling idiotically at the idiocy of laughing for no reason but it was not a state of mind one could rely upon. Only Tina could keep it up interminably.’
Anna and Frances haven’t seen one another since a chain of drastic events caused their family to fall apart, however the true cause of those events remains a secret, and one the perpetrator no longer wishes to keep.
Out Of Our Hands is a story about family, love and aspirations and about the struggle to live in harmony with those closest to us.
Existing peacefully in her cottage with her 42 year old handicapped daughter by her side, delighting in the seasonal glory of the English countryside, Anna gently recounts her turbulent past and the events that led to her establishing such an exquisite hideaway. Elsewhere, Frances, the daughter that she hasn’t seen for many years, suddenly finds herself doing the same. Skeletons are knocking on the closet door but are they too terrible to finally be released..?
Frances ~ ‘Tina had a wonderful sense of humour - not that any of us ever understood what the hell the nincompoop was laughing about, but she never seemed to shut up with it. A squealing, shrieking kind of laugh, a laugh which found something funny in every unremarkable incident - the passing of tomato ketchup, a lost remote control, a sneeze, the slamming of a door, the kettle boiling - they were all absolutely hilarious. On occasion I laughed with her, my parents too, all of us howling idiotically at the idiocy of laughing for no reason but it was not a state of mind one could rely upon. Only Tina could keep it up interminably.’
