The wrecking of Tom
“Lorna, we need firewood tonight, go gathering for driftwood, girl.” Lorna, faces her father, fists clenched. “I have this washing first, the calico you brought last week has to be […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
A handsome man
We walk in wisps of nauseous fumes, in tickling rot of hate: in words, in deeds. We’re destined, weighted with our AK-47:s, and C4-belts. We hate your joy, your music […]
Tilling for tripwires
Tilling carefully, trip-wires mostly broken Rashid had no choice anymore. Starve, or go the same way as Yasmin, Malik and the others. He had been lucky to see peace, but […]
The rabbit and her assistant
After the magician’s assistant eloped with his rabbit, he started to drink. He couldn’t decide what was worst: their deceit or the fact that he didn’t know piss about the […]
Secrets, deeper down below
“Down below… you have to dig deeper” The four men were masked, clad in rubber clothing, they had spades, but mostly they tore through the grass and mud with gloved […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 