Body Count
The sweet reek of decay mingled with a muted scent of honeysuckle. In the unmoving summer afternoon a cloud of blowflies descended on the wet soil. Russell sighed in frustration. […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Not even his name
“Fifty years of public service”, my father sighed. His hand moved slowly, tracing the edge of the crystal bowl. I didn’t know what to say. “They couldn’t even spell my […]
A mile in my shoes
Disgust… I see it in your eyes. How you cannot meet my gaze, your lips — a thin line. your white knuckles. Is it because my accent tells you that […]
While waiting you try to survive
The girl died three minutes to midnight close to her dreams. With her cheek pressed against the back-alley-gravel she’d been gazing into the glitz while slipping ever so gently into […]
Germinal on repeat
Edna wakes at 5 AM; each morning the same chores, there are cows to milk and manure to clean, then breakfast for Joe. “Why’s coffee so weak?” “We’re down to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 