Benign or Malignant?
“The signal has became stronger every day”; drops of sweat trickled from Dr, Adlersflügel’s forehead settling on the revealing printouts, “they are approaching”. “Benign or Malignant?”, the director barked. “It’s […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
The whistle blower
Through the soles of my feet I feel the weight of the ore they’ve ripped from the soil. The heavy wheels tell me stories of machinery and guns, of steel […]
Softness of the moss
For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. […]
Out by dawn
They always say we can’t stay rooted, that our blood craves travel. Last night our three weeks here were gone; eviction-note, a slap in the face: “Out by dawn” , […]
The soul is all about mushrooms
“Will they be ready with Eclipse in time for the trade-show Mr West” “We have hired the best of the best and they have poured their soul into the machine, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 