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.

The Full Picture – Friday Fictioneers, October 2019

I didn’t know who those people were. I’d hovered between the accumulating piles – charity shop, memorabilia, rubbish, before dropping the photos in the middle pile. I’d go through them later. And now they’re on the table, between me and … Continue reading

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Unforgiven – Friday Fictioneers, October 2019.

  We pass each other on the playing-field most mornings. I pretend it isn’t you; you pretend it isn’t me. For different reasons, we’d both rather forget the past.  Me because of the pain, the fear, the isolation, the brink … Continue reading

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The Ambassador – Friday Fictioneers, September 2019

  I was despatched to bring him home – a spiritless task rankling even more than the unconvincingly louche nonchalance of his newly-acquired Gallic associates. Did they try harder to detain him, I wondered.  Or were some seeking to extend … Continue reading

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Collateral Damage – Friday Fictioneers, September 2019

Instinctively, I moved it beyond his reach. It wouldn’t stop him trying, but for the moment it was safe. As he grew, I shifted it higher, observing that others took similar precautions with cherished possessions, seemingly intuiting the potential for … Continue reading

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Field Trip – Friday Fictioneers, August 2019

  There are a hundred and one reasons why his daughter constantly kicks over the traces. And the woman sitting opposite him, fussily arranging and re-arranging the table setting, well… she’s probably the biggest one. One thrives on order, the … Continue reading

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Thirty Pieces of Silver – Friday Fictioneers, August 2019

We create our own reality, they say. And I’ve only recently grasped the hair’s breadth between Joe’s reality and a nightmare. I bring food daily to the derelict multi-storey, occasionally clean clothes. He sells the clothes to fuel his habit. … Continue reading

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The Lotus Eaters – Friday Fictioneers, July 2019

Leaving the island is always easier than it is to return. It seems life arrests mid-stroll, mid-conversation, mid-everything the moment my plane skims away across the waves, only to lurch into motion as I step back onto the jetty years … Continue reading

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The Journeyman – Friday Fictioneers, July 2019

This small village accommodates even smaller minds, and the journeyman’s departure is no secret.  Everyone finds reasons to watch the locomotive steam away. I ignore speculative glances, before curling myself around things they mustn’t know; the rapturous nights amongst the … Continue reading

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Faulty Connection – July, 2019

Eric tried to tell his parents; they didn’t listen. So party games remained unplayed, prizes unpresented, trampoline untrampled.  Dainty triangular sandwiches curled at the edges, as cream curdled on the jellies. The solitary guest, a little girl way off the … Continue reading

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Plus ça Change – Friday Fictioneers, July 2018

  That night before our final victorious skirmish, I detected his mood change, his uncertainty. Next day, when we’d won, he simply disappeared, upped sticks and left. After leading us to victory, he didn’t stick around to share the euphoria, … Continue reading

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