Goodbye Sarajevo
Still early, Amina left the guest house. She checked the address on her smartphone and quickly found the loathsome address, where she once had lived. The cobblestones where cold to […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
The last library on earth
The Babel library was vast and once it had been filled with scholars, students and discourse. In the past the words had worth and their voices echoed still between the […]
Wet wool
Blackbirds singing, linden blooming and a nauseating reek of roses. I withdraw to the back of the chapel. I can neither face the fake sorrow of her family nor myself. […]
Family recipes
From my hiding place I watch her moving through the kitchen, preparing dinner. Just like before… I clench my fists … imagining the scent of stew… the scent of mother’s […]
The library is closed
The zealous soldiers came at last with kerosene at dusk, in search of the forbidden books, in search of manuscripts and dreams. Dressed in black, they didn’t even ring the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 