Learning how to speak
At thirteen I almost killed another boy. If I’d been at school I’d been expelled and sent to juvie. For me it meant a slap on the wrist from coach […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
February Monday
Another February Monday. Streets are grey with slush and water seeping through my shoes. On the the subway I am sandwiched between an elderly lady with a flu so bad […]
Corporate Policies
Mr Tumnus was late. His boss had made him cross-check all the spreadsheets. “Jadis wants your report on her desk tomorrow morning”. Rumors said that they were targeted by a […]
Raincheck
You ask me to describe the scent of fear, and I blush ashamed. For some it’s a fragrance red and bloodstained, other say it smells of ice and snow. Fear […]
Scattered
Stockholm four PM and almost dark. My Iphone vibrates. The caller-ID begins with +49, that’s Germany. Who of my siblings could it be? Lila maybe. “Hello, who’s it?” “Is this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 