Author Archives: Sandra

Photo Copyright Niki_Emmert The plan was not to have a plan. Wally’s idea, that. As a concept, this suggests the virtues of extemporisation are paramount to the success of an operation. But this was not, if it ever has been, … Continue reading →

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda It wasn’t as though Emily needed a friend.  It was just that you were less conspicuous if you had one. Emily’s motives eventually became clear to her ‘friends’, who then deserted her.   The trick was anticipating that … Continue reading →

“They’re Geminoids”, he said, pointing at the silver striations in the clear December skies. “They look like wishes,” I said.  He frowned at me.  “Wishes?” “Christmas wishes,” I declared, for at that stage of my life, and indeed at that … Continue reading →

Copyright Roger Bultot I thought I’d got over it.  And for the most part, I had. But not, you understand,  to the extent that I emerged whole, unchanged, a carbon copy of my former self. Emerging into the light, dazzled, … Continue reading →

“No way.”   She turned away. “I don’t know why I’ve got this reputation, I’m an OK kind of guy.  I commit to people.” “I’d heard you’d shag road-kill if it were still warm,” she snapped. He spread his palms in … Continue reading →

Copyright Lisa J Fox We hung him out to dry, I suppose.  Not purposely, but when when a fall guy is needed, and an affable dude like Vincent wanders into your cross-hairs…  Thing was, he hadn’t been the instigator.  Hadn’t … Continue reading →

Over here in the dark your life is like a stage to me.  I think you know that, since most of it is played out on your balcony for me to see. No-one would believe what I’ve seen you do, … Continue reading →

When the path ahead is too steep, step slowly, eyes down. Thus we climb to the cliff-top, my gaze fixed on the flexing white slabs of his calves, using his bulky frame for shelter –  wondering whether he took his … Continue reading →

The things you see from the top of a bus… the inevitable single shoe on a bus-shelter roof. Someone naked in an uncurtained bedroom at midday – a nightworker? Or an illicit daytime assignation…? The man urinating behind a tree … Continue reading →

I’d said I probably wouldn’t make it.  He’d said he’d take that chance. So there he is, shaking out his raincoat, searching for me, taking that chance. And here am I, on the mezzanine, behind a potted palm, not making … Continue reading →