Of women and airplanes
Germs, germs are everywhere. It’s time to clean, to burn, to wipe away her residues. Olivia has left, and soon another one (with other germs) will come. I’m never really […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Good deeds
Years have passed, but I still recall every single footstep leading to our old mill. My father’s voice still echoes: “We will never sell, never”, but what can a single […]
Frenzy
Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick. He had been drinking. “Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse […]
Sunrise
It’s sunrise. Cold. She’s still asleep; a child, beaded and with dreadlocks; she’s fashionably trashed but judging from the needle-marks on her forearms the search for veins has been successful. […]
Veiled songs
Her song had turned monotonous Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away. Now an ocean separated her from […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 