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.

Breakfast with Tiffany – Friday Fictioneers, October 2021

Gilbert returns from the restroom to discover an empty place opposite his.  She’s done a runner… After the walk of shame back to his seat, avoiding curious glances from other customers, he attacks his overladen plate of bacon, eggs and … Continue reading

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Street Cleaner – Friday Fictioneers, October 2021

The carousel music echoes nostalgically around the silent buildings overlooking the square. Stranded in their apartments, people stare out remembering a different time, whilst in doorways and alleyways the hooded jackals congregate, staring with bleak eyes at the gaudy flashing … Continue reading

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The Good Place – Friday Fictioneers, September 2021

It’s a church, right?  So a good place. Every Sunday I hunch in the front pew, staring up at his face.  He knows who I am.  I know what he is. Every now and then I’ll take confession, which is … Continue reading

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Threshold – Friday Fictioneers, September 2021

That walk from the front door to the kitchen –  what, five seconds?  Six or seven at the outside. The Garda trails unwillingly in my wake, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. This exquisite hiatus heralds the passing from one realm … Continue reading

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Reaching a Conclusion – Friday Fictioneers, September 2021

I like to walk by the river at dawn – it helps me reflect, to see things more clearly. “We were only drifting along, you and I,” he’d said, “not really going anywhere.” That wasn’t the way I’d seen it; … Continue reading

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Oscar’s Flight of Fancy – Friday Fictioneers, August 2021

“On this bike, son, I ride to the stars and back every night.” “It really doesn’t look like it goes anywhere, grandad,” says Joshua doubtfully, surveying the rusting wreck. “The power of a man’s imagination son,” Oscar says waving airily … Continue reading

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Gigolo – Friday Fictioneers, August 2021

He thinks he takes from me, and in ways that do not matter, he does. In reality, of course, I take from him.  Much more. He does not understand symbiosis. Not yet.  And when he does, he may be too … Continue reading

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A Match Made in Halifax – Friday Fictioneers, July 2021

The great lummox shifts uneasily at my door. “Sithee…” He grips his cap like a shield, rotating it through calloused fingers. “Sithee, I’ve 42 cows, 20 acres, and 16 sheep.  Tha’ll want fer nuthin’…” Seemingly appalled by his own effrontery, … Continue reading

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The Lost Boys – Friday Fictioneers, July 2021

Finn was a quiet, self-effacing guy, with a left eye continually drifting to the side as though something more interesting had caught his attention.  Maybe something had.  He talked sense; we usually heard him out.     Just not that day… … Continue reading

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The Sisterhood – Friday Fictioneers, July 2021

We watched as she unwrapped him, one layer at a time, pausing to caress, assess, sometimes rationalise before moving steadfastly to the next layer. There was a doggedness about her, transitioning slowly from an unwillingness to accept each revelation, through … Continue reading

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