Going with the goat
Gripping the metal rod a little tighter, Alicia tried in vain to soften the parched dirt. A relentless sun was burning in her neck, and in a basket she kept […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Rome before his feet
Victoriam! Dressed in fragrant laurel, he was a victor against Barbarians from the North. General Lucius Sulla had once again Rome before his feet. This was another day a triumph, […]
How to share the grain.
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
The color of water
I dreamed about water; my stomach was a dead horse, my breath a heavy cart. I dreamed of water free of salt. I dreamed of springs. I dreamed. Then I […]
The smell of gambas al Ajillo
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 