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 Fall Out – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

  When the red mist lifts, as lift it surely will, he will be consumed with regret. But for now, the thrumming of his rage, the clenching and unclenching of his fists, the drumming of his heels… this is the … Continue reading

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La Jeunesse – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

La Jeunesse Long shadows stain the shimmering cobbles; it’s still hot for late September. Weatherworn cottages bordering the square ogle with unblinking eyes as she lifts the damp curls from her neck.  The boy from le tabac wipes down tables, … Continue reading

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Lost at Sea – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

  Flotsam, the kind of debris that ends up in the sea by accident…  accidents of carelessness, misfortune, or simply caused by the passage of time.  The flotsam on the pavement outside their apartment comprises chipped crockery, torn clothing, empty … Continue reading

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One Careless Owner – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

Thin fingers, unnervingly strong, grip my wrist. “Put it back.  It’s not for you.” “It’s for sale,” I protest, “it’s priced.” She prises it from my fingers, returns it to the shelf. Seething, I drift over to the jade carvings, … Continue reading

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Last One Standing – Friday Fictioneers, August 2020

It’s always a balancing act; her mood flickers across the full spectrum in response to words or deeds imperceptible to most of us. You learn to tip-toe around her, to cajole, reassure or sometimes just step back for a short … Continue reading

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The Walk-In – Friday Fictioneers, August 2020

  I know it’s the right house.  I inherited her memories, but not the associated emotions and for that I am truly grateful. What I am about to do is not the person I am.  But there was an agreement, … Continue reading

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The Sleep-Eater – Friday Fictioneers, August 2020.

    Sunday midnight, the night-train leaves the station. Only two passengers; the Sleep-Eater and me. By journey’s end, the ‘things I shouldn’t have done’ chest will have been prised open, its contents strewn across the carriage. The ‘people I … Continue reading

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Confirm Friend Request – July 2020

  Ahead of me, she peers through the patterned window of the tea-shop.  She’ll hate arriving first, as would I, but enters anyway. I hesitate, wondering why I’m here. Does either of us really have an appetite for this reunion, … Continue reading

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Self-Portrait – Friday Fictioneers, July 2020

They began creating their finest work the day she was born. Between them, they had all the child would ever need.  A dash of creativity, a smidgen of courage, an infinitesimal feathering of fey, and a vibrant slash of joie-de-vivre. … Continue reading

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When It’s Over – Friday Fictioneers, July 2020

The men in Cressida’s life are as prone to extravagant gestures as Cressida is to studied understatement. Thus relationships seldom endure. But they do say that you never know the true nature of a man until you leave him, so … Continue reading

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