Shallow
Early March with razor sunshine and shadows spilling — ink on corpses of winter melting to mud. It could have been the first day of spring, or the last day […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Grand Rapids, December 7, 2027
Dear John, Your last letter brought tears to my eyes. I will never be able to watch crows in my backyard without thinking about their beaks buried in the eyeballs […]
Alone with November
She has a crush on November, All pretense of cheerfulness drizzling away, as a cigarette-butt slowly floating down the gutter. She draws the blinds, ceasing to cover her bruises with Mary Quant […]
Dolly
Meeting for breakfast at their restaurant was a bittersweet but silent end. The waitress, Dolly, greeted them with her usual smile and they found their table by the window. “I got […]
Metamorphosis
His rigidity raised an iron wall between me and my sister. We have never met since he forced me to leave. She takes me to the room where his open casket […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 