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.

Antithesis – Friday Fictioneers, June 2019

I’m wearied by her constant soul-searching. “You’ve never loved me, have you?” she says. Never enough, clearly. “Other mothers…” she begins, but I reach for my coat. I’m done here – I’ve a train to catch. Had I been her … Continue reading

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Cuckoo in the Nest – Friday Fictioneers, June 2019

Why shouldn’t it be ours? Hadn’t we sacrificed as much as everyone?  These people had been forced to flee, as had we, and like as not had perished whilst we, who had also lost everything , survived. So we watched … Continue reading

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The View From Down Here – Friday Fictioneers, May 2019.

They’d arrived late, after a long drive. “Would you,” asked the funeral director, “like to view the body?” “No!” Ellie gasped, horrified. “I would,” said David, grim-faced, ignoring his sister. “I’ve never been frightened of Dad, and I’m not going … Continue reading

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Solidarity – Friday Fictioneers, May 2019

Finally, he turns to me. “…and I’m resting you again this week, Elizabeth.” The girls around me, celebrating their selection, fall suddenly silent. I shrug. “S’okay.” That doesn’t please him; I didn’t intend it should.  It’s a battle of wills. … Continue reading

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Where No Man Has Gone Before – Friday Fictioneers, May 2019

There are some parts of this earth that have never felt the weight of a man’s foot. Some blades of grass, straggling roots, vicious briar patches or barren wastes that remain unsullied by the tramp of careless boots,  or the … Continue reading

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Small Mercies – Friday Fictioneers, May 2018

‘Attendance a hundred percent up on last week’ observed Father Simeon delightedly. And better still, both seated in the same pew, sparing the necessity of swivelling his head from one side of the church to the other. Inspired, he preached … Continue reading

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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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