Widowmaker
Billy Bold is on a mission, crossing the desert on his horse with no name. For two days the range of mountains had sometimes been floating closer, sometimes heat-hazed it […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Before her breakdown
“Siri™, drive me home,” Carol reclined while the Rambo’s™ dashboard flared with a choice of movies matching her taste. The ez-drive™ whirred her gently through commuter-lightworm. She didn’t need distractions […]
Forbidden to wish
Nothing but four walls and midnight wails. Habibah think she hears Amira screaming, and wonders when it’s her turn. They had been in the kitchen together making sweets; sisters, safe […]
Closing time
After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum. The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking, Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning? Were […]
Darkness even darker
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again, Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca Sunset is sudden with a tired receding sun cocooning in the clouds. The treacherous moon is absent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 