Author Archives: Sandra

Morticia sighed as she detached the vampiric kitten from her neck and floated across the shop to remonstrate with the ectoplasm in the corner. “Put those books back where you found them” she said, slapping the part that most closely … Continue reading →

Nobody except me remembers how it started, though none of us will ever forget how it ended. Poised on the brink, arms outstretched, head tucked, cheers echoing off the cliff faces surrounding the shallow pool, and his lithe body gleaming … Continue reading →

Robin believes everyone needs a place to call their own. Somewhere away from city folk and their incessant screaming, their clutching hands hanging onto their miserable existences. Robin wonders if anything can compare with climbing the hillside at the end … Continue reading →

Making a living cleaning other people’s houses is bad enough; having to shift so much junk before you can even start the job is the icing on the frigging cake. “It all means something special to me,” the old girl … Continue reading →

Passed the old school just now.  Gotta say my artwork’s still lookin’ good. I signed it Baz Woz Ere! I’m not Baz.  That’s my mate.  Landed him a heap of trouble, that. My talent paid off though.  Got me sharp … Continue reading →

Promise us, our men said on leaving, that if… when they arrive, you will kill yourselves before they have you. We promised; we’d heard the rumours. With little to do but wait, we huddled for warmth, and speculated on alternatives. … Continue reading →

It’s a habit, cooking for two, even though you’re long gone, Edward. But now my neighbour is sitting in your chair, waistband undone, buttons agape on his shirt, tenderly rubbing his socked toes against each other in an act of … Continue reading →

Clouds shift lazily, allowing the full moon to bathe the ruins in silver. The two prostrate figures in the arena below me haven’t moved in almost an hour; I think it may be over. I could scramble down to check, … Continue reading →

Until the will was read, I didn’t even know we owned a cottage in the Cotswolds. Clearly the solicitor did; he had, as my son would say, a face like a slapped arse. “He…  errr… several years ago…  a tax … Continue reading →

On reflection, two glasses would have sufficed. That warm, conspiratorial, matey feeling quickly turns to foolishness, the effortless shedding of confidences like confetti whilst you’re helplessly aware that you should stop… leave.  Now. As the fourth glass skims your dulled … Continue reading →