“Stop!” I cried, grabbing my sister’s arm and dragging her to the living room. I pushed her in front of the fireplace, pointing at the map spread across the wall, “we do it this way, always,” I reminded her.
Laura tried to twist away from me, I held my grip on her wrist firmer as she shook her head at me. “I don’t care where, Taylor, I need away from here,” she griped irately, “I want to be on my own, be me. Don’t you get it?” I blinked at her, finally processing what she was saying to me.
I pushed her closer to the map. “Pick your pin.” We stood shoulder to shoulder yet couldn’t have been further apart, she didn’t move an inch. “Pick your fucking pin,” I spat out. With shaking fingers, she plucked the pink pin from the corner of the map. Pink was my colour. I took my hand from her wrist and entwined my fingers with hers as I picked the blue pin. “Together,” I breathed. Laura gulped and nodded at the same time, squeezing my fingers. “One, two, three…” I closed my eyes, having faith she would too, then pushed my pin into the wall. It was tradition, always the way we decided our next hiding place. Some had been pleasant, most not. She was right; it was time to leave and I trusted Laura’s pin to take us home. I forced down the hurt I experienced at having to cut those proverbial apron strings. Dubious as I was, Laura needed this and I couldn’t take it from her, she’d lost so much already. It was time to live again, time for us to take our lives back.
I let go of her hand, opening my eyes to see immediately my pin was a lost cause. An expanse of nothing surrounded it, the blue pin floated in the middle of nowhere, a little like us for the last eight years. I scanned for Laura’s pin and found it on top of a town. I looked at her, smiling, but she was staring at the floor, not an ounce of emotion coming from her.
K A Sands is an exciting new author who has a passion for reading and more often than not, can be found with her nose stuck in a book. She loves angsty, dark reads but is not averse to the fun, light hearted side either. Typically, a romance reader, of most genres/sub genres, she loves reading a debut herself. Her passion for the written words goes back to her childhood and she has always dreamed of writing and telling the world her stories.
Not quite a stay at home mum, K A Sands has a busy life which she shares with her husband of twenty-two years and her little monkey boy. Her adult children have flown the coop already, but still manage to come home for ‘mama’s lasagne.’
Avid eater of mayonnaise and chips, anti-get-fitter, lover of cheesy music and a fierce advocate of things close to her heart. She enjoys doing photoshop manipulations and would love to be a whiz using it… maybe one day. She has a bucket list as long as her arm, which includes sky diving and visiting Cambodia. And wants to travel the world.
Great believer in second chances, insta-love (because her love is a product of that), fairy tales and monsters… K A Sands just wants to write all the words for you.