Sandra J. Jackson

I lifted the lid from the old case. My fingertips gently brushed over the well-worn keys. With some effort I pressed down on the Q. The...

I squeezed the bag of ground coffee; my eyes closed reflexively as the robust aroma filled my nose. I couldn’t wait for the granular...

I pushed away another frond jutting out over the overgrown trail. The protests of my team were barely audible; drowned out by jungle...

We walked through the underground tunnels. The walls were adorned with paintings from various university groups and resident houses. I...

I looked around the large and empty office. The hum of the lights had replaced the once busy drone of voices. Alone, I sighed and sat...

Olivia looked up at the villa; the weight of her suitcases momentarily forgotten. “It’s perfect!” she whispered as her eyes took in the...

To some it is just a bubble, a temporary sphere that shimmers with the colours of the rainbow as it drifts on the wind. But I know better...

“Whachu lookin’ at?” Sam sat down by his friend. “He’s back.” Luke’s muscles tensed beneath his coat. Sam eagerly looked around the yard....

I stared at the picture for the third time, hoping the image would evoke a thought, an idea – a memory. But my mind was as blank as when...

I sat down on the beach, buried my toes in the hot sand, and drew my knees toward me; hugging them tight. I closed my eyes and inhaled,...