Author Archives: Sandra

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →