Author Archives: Sandra

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.

Home From the Sea – Friday Fictioneers – April 2019

He’s returned from the sea, as he’d always sworn he would. “There is no ocean” he’d once said grimly, “that can separate us.” Bleached by sun, sea and salt, he is scarcely recognisable, apart from his faded denim jeans and … Continue reading

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At a Time of My Choosing – Friday Fictioneers, April 2019

The search party lights flicker away eastwards, trailing the barking dogs. Silver spears of rain slant into my eyes; I taste them on my lips.  Their rhythmic patter stirs the surrounding grasses, releasing the familiar aroma of arid ground succumbing … Continue reading

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Trouble at t’Mill – Friday Fictioneers, March 2019

I have difficulty concentrating, enthralled as I am by the dexterity of her lips as she mee-maws her way wheezily through her memories. She’s seen it all, but long before this northern town became infamous for the proclivities of its … Continue reading

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The Unfairground – Friday Fictioneers, March 2019

  He enjoyed the swings, but then seemed uncertain, so until the roundabout gathered speed, I paced alongside the undulating red and silver horse. The second time around I saw his expression relaxing from angst to delight. And the next … Continue reading

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Do Not Go Gentle… Friday Fictioneers, March 2019

  We stare at each other across the years of mutually-unfulfilled expectations. “I have to go back to London tomorrow, Dad.” He doesn’t respond, momentarily distracted by a pretty nurse scurrying past. “Is there anything you need before I leave?  … Continue reading

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Renaissance – Friday Fictioneers, March 2019

The chair is mine now. For thirty years it was his chair, moulded by time to his generous proportions, the arms polished by perpetually drumming fingers, the head-rest darkened with grease. For twelve months now it’s been our chair, my … Continue reading

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The Winter-Gatherer – Friday Fictioneers, February 2018

We’d been too busy to notice, we said later, even though we crossed the village green every day. Some days it had faced south, sometimes east, occasionally west. But we only remembered that when someone said “Hey, shouldn’t that thing … Continue reading

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Gilding the Lily – Friday Fictioneers, February 2019

  He watches her stumbling up the hill towards him, the hem of her gown soiled and wet. He’s not hiding, simply waiting to be found. “Why?” she says, on reaching him. “We had something beautiful,” he says, “why wasn’t … Continue reading

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Window of Opportunity – Friday Fictioneers, February, 2019

    Eyes are the windows to the soul, they say, but at this abandoned asylum the windows are the eyes for a thousand tortured, captive souls. She knows her gift renders her vulnerable, so she skirts the building cautiously, … Continue reading

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The Slow Burn – Friday Fictioneers, February 2019

  Shortly after we entered the room, I understood that part of my life was over. Like a fox scenting the breeze, she sensed his presence, swiftly leaving my side to prowl amongst the assembled guests. They found each other … Continue reading

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