Author Archives: Sandra

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 →

The guy who sold me this said it would change my life. I doubted it; ownership of a run-down camper can hardly be classed as cathartic, but a set of wheels for 100 bucks was pretty tempting. He also said … Continue reading →

I’m backing quietly out the door.  Thankfully, I’d stifled an apology, and in the throes of their passion they’re unaware I was even there.  In the outer office I press cold hands to my burning cheeks.  My thoughts are for … Continue reading →

Here, in this hide-away, are the missing pieces of several jigsaws. Letters I’d misplaced, whole bundles of them, and others which have never reached me… all here. My diaries, the illicit gifts furtively unwrapped and hidden away, cherished photographs of … Continue reading →

“So you’re training to be a what…?” “An architect… designing stuff.” Harold thoughtfully rubs his stubble. “You designed that?” Justin grins.  “Won an award for it an’ all.” “So what is it?” “You don’t know?” “Nope” “It’s a symbol of … Continue reading →

There are good years in teaching, just as there are in wine-making. Some years produce a full-bodied vintage of budding physicists, doctors and computer scientists; others satisfy the less discerning palate with a bland array of glib-tongued sales executives, politicians … Continue reading →

“Why would you want to walk on the beach when it’s a challenge for you to even walk on the pavement,” she’d said sharply this morning. He’d bitten his lip, turning to gaze out to sea. As ever, in hearing … Continue reading →