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.

Pause for Thought – Friday Fictioneers, January 2020

Posted on January 15, 2020

As she kneels amongst the shattered plant-pots, cradling his grizzled head in her hands, she realises she can’t remember when they last touched each other. Distant sirens herald the approaching ambulance. “Hang on, Joseph.” Later, much later, she climbs into … Continue reading →

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Road Runner – January 2020

Posted on January 8, 2020

  When the motion stops, the problems start. Winding ribbons of motorways, the lazy curve of a slow-flowing river, the pitch and toss of a turbulent sea.  All of these keep the past on the back-boiler, out of sight, yet … Continue reading →

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Crowd Funding – December 2019

Posted on December 24, 2019

  Jim stares blankly at the woman on his sofa. “So, we’re providing a turkey dinner at the village hall, party games, carol-singing, a glass of sherry and a free Christmas gift.  How does that sound?” Jim ponders, stroking his bristly … Continue reading →

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Photo Favourites 2019 – 3rd Quarter

Posted on December 19, 2019

A very wet third quarter to the year produced the usual crop of ‘magic’ mushrooms and few days turned out wetter than this one – taken just before the drenching a sad sight on the beach this possibly being the … Continue reading →

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Photo Favourites 2019 – 2nd Quarter

Posted on December 12, 2019

The second quarter of the year usually finds us spending some time in our old home town in Spain.  There’s always an opportunity to capture something a little different – a squirrel in the Nispero tree… an unwary cricket… a … Continue reading →

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That Time of the Year – Friday Fictioneers, December 2019

Posted on December 11, 2019

He’s gone.  And once again we start to pick up the pieces. There are egos to be restored, confidences to be rebuilt, dreams to be resurrected, wounds to be healed. Like a hurricane, every year he bowls in, strewing gifts … Continue reading →

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Photo Favourites 2019 – 1st Quarter

Posted on December 5, 2019

I miss the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge and since it was discontinued I think I’ve probably tended to take less photographs.  However, here’s the best of what I did capture from the early part of the year.  Our new conservatory … Continue reading →

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The Night Bus – Friday Fictioneers, December 2019

Posted on December 4, 2019

  There are more of us tonight; we sit quietly, shoulder to shoulder. Behind us, at a safe distance, we see the headlights of the first unmarked paddy-wagon.  This is for the redeemables. The others are for the others. Gratifyingly, … Continue reading →

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Overthrow at the Temple – Friday Fictioneers, November 2019

Posted on November 13, 2019

  Someone will have found them by now. The Senior Librarian, I filed her behind Crime Fiction.  She’ll probably recover, given time, but she doesn’t have that much time before retirement. The younger one… meh.   She’s folded neatly into the space … Continue reading →

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Inertia – Friday Fictioneers, November 2019

Posted on November 6, 2019

She doesn’t know why she’s on this train. But she’s wondering whether the same inertia that’s smothered her over the years now keeps her rooted in her seat. Stations loom, pause momentarily, and recede in the distance.  The compulsion to … Continue reading →

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