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.

Beached – Friday Fictioneers, January 2020

Sand is everywhere; in our limp fish-paste and cucumber sandwiches, my salt-sticky hair, and chafing in the elastic of my knicker-legs. Dad rages over his forgotten sunglasses.  My brother, the butt of his anger, has wandered off, so now Dad’s … Continue reading

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The Illusion – Friday Fictioneers, January 2022

She is watching him paint. And he is watching her watching him. Her lack of desire to understand his paintings is only matched by his desire not to have to explain them.  She simply wishes to observe; he only wishes … Continue reading

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Driving Home for Christmas – December 2021

The thing about motion is that it distracts. Whilst driving he seldom conceptualises his arrival.  Nor does he visualise the downhill trajectory after the initial “great to see you” moments. And it would be plain heresy to anticipate leaving… at … Continue reading

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Cheers My Dear! – Friday Fictioneers, December 2021

As dawn breached the horizon, the carnage was finished.  The air was fetid with wine and, lurching to the cellar steps through broken glass, I saw my lower limbs were flecked with miniscule bleeding cuts. If he would not love … Continue reading

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Almost Saintly – Friday Fictioneers, December 2021

“Wouldn’t want one in my workshop.” “One what?” Geoff says, glancing around. “The ree-tard there – a liability, I’d say.” “He’s no problem. Someone’s gotta help ‘em.” “Better man than I am, Geoff Roper.” “His ma begged me to give … Continue reading

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The Nearly Man – Friday Fictioneers, November 2021

Still searching for her, he senses the skyscrapers looming over the street. He’d almost landed a job there once… shortlisted, but came in second.  He’d set his heart on these bijoux residences too but couldn’t quite afford the deposit without … Continue reading

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The Low Life – Friday Fictioneers, November 2021

The earth is an ice-baked, ochre ruin. You notice the colour of the earth when you’re closer to it. In fact, you notice many things when you’re older… like breathing.  You still do plenty of it, but is it enough to … Continue reading

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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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