Rats
“A femur you say?” Detective Constable took up his notebook, raised his left eyebrow scrutinizing the old drunkard. Through smell of pee and booze, Constable could distinguish a sweet scent […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
The precious jar
The young man hesitated before he left; the house foreclosed was empty, furniture collected, walls repainted, but on the kitchen counter was their jar of batteries; collected; ready for recycling. […]
The prize of being well preserved
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Yellow woods
A road not taken. You always said it was you, not me when you left me in the yellow woods. “We can still be friends”, I said. You smiled, “Of […]
A full length mirror
The splendor of himself. His limbs, his hair, his eyes, his voice — perfection. Edmund had always been taller. He was admired and broke the heart of his first girl […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 