Johnny’s gone
As soon as the last guest left Clara locked the door and meticulously cleaned the bar. She washed the glasses and swept the floor. Thirty minutes later she left her […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
The townhouse can wait
Philip pushes his way through the hallway cluttered with clothes and toys. Her clothes, their toys. The condo, once perfect for a bachelor, is simply too cramped since Janine moved […]
The fall and rise of a muse
Labeled a muse, no longer faithful she left a husband to live with the stars, becoming the fifth among four. Was it sympathy for the devil, or sex, drugs and […]
Profit on property
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today for me to give you evidence of myths being true.” The room went silent, and McLie savoured the moment, polishing his pince-nez. […]
First of August 2023 at the Met
“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please”. The young guide leads us through the hall of artifacts from human atrocities. There are instruments of torture to the left: an iron maiden, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 