Work is absolutely dragging like a fat murder victim whose feet are bound in a bucket of concrete fifty foot too far away from the damn riverbank. It’s ten past four but my mind is...
Category - Sandra Gardener
After reading many brilliant books over the years and always feeling at a loss when I get to the end, I’ve decided to write open ended fiction just because I can.
Eleven
Ten
It feels as though I’m stuck in limbo and the weight of the world is tellingly on my shoulders as I fidget mindlessly on my lunch break picking my way through a cheese ploughman’s...
Nine
Leaning against the cold stainless steel of the meat fridge I clutch onto my bag of spare ribs in Cajun seasoning holding them like a delicate broken heart, for the first time in my life I...
Eight
-Wine, curry & dancing on ice 😉 x- Ping goes my BBM, I roll my thumb over the message from *Ironsack82* balancing my half-empty red wine glass on the arm of the sofa as I pause from...
Seven
I’m half way through bagging up our special seasoned chicken wings when I catch a glimpse of her from the side of my eye. I freeze momentarily and carry on with what I’m doing...
Six
It was the shock of him touching me, quite clearly, the tangible electrical currant fusing from within his hands through to my hips and beyond. I wasn’t expecting his rugged touch...