Sandra Purdy

Sandra is short, dark, bespectacled and is relatively new to the addictive world of flash fiction. Prior to her success at The Casket of Fictional Delights she was Highly Commended in the Borderlines Book Festival 2015 for her first ever flash fiction attempt. She is, in her words ‘well chuffed!’

  • Born Blonde

    The quality of the envelope dropped a big fat hint to Hilary, that there might be something of interest inside its tactile creamy-coloured layers.  This was an envelope that had been sealed using a damp sponge, definitely no tongues involved in the procedure, and finished off with a little blue butterfly sticker covering all the…

  • The Sweet Smell of Success

    His beautiful face contorted like a reflection in a Hall of Mirrors, spitting his hateful words ‘old, talentless and so boringly predictable.’  He had told everyone I was his ‘Next Big Thing’, pushing me to constantly audition, until my deep bass-baritone voice was destroyed.  I’d wanted to please him, to make him keep me, but the grand opera…

  • Blooming Hell

    Envy consumed him. He lay motionless in bed, longing for sleep that refused to arrive. He had turned the spare bedroom into mission control, creating exquisite storyboards of garden designs, works of art in themselves. At work, he had received his final warning for being ‘on planet chuffing Titchmarsh’ and if he used the ‘chuffing…

  • Serendipity

    There’s too many Nuns in that boat. They’ll be in if they’re not careful. They pretend to be Irish you know, with their soft, sing-song voices, looking like dirty great big pints of Guinness. It’s all a big con to make you like them, so you give them stuff for free. Bastards they are, with…