Family dinner
This is a continued story. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here This is linked to Finish the story by Barbara W. Beacham where the picture and the […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
A father’s son
Anders Swanson always wondered why his adventure ended where others saw beginnings. He had endured the third-class crossing, the humiliations and the shattered dream of acres for himself. Always late, […]
Introduction made
This is my second installment. Part 1 Tomorrow a mourning mistress, but I think this can be read as a separated installment. Linked to Finnish the story by Barbara W. […]
Tomorrow a mourning mistress
The house of Don Francisco sat in a remote part of the desert and a thin veneer of dust had settled on the shining paintjob of the limousine as it […]
The emigrant
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 