It’s not from fireworks
As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses filled with blood. Cheering for their cluster bombs and Tomahawks, for drones and […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Failing quotas
Reaching quotas, performance targets, changes, improvements, the web was weaved around Gregor Samsa, and metamorphosis had came gradually. Gently excluded he was trapped inside the pull of: “more”, “better”, “faster”. […]
I’m also sinking
Every time I see a plastic sack among the flotsam and the debris, I think that you’ve come back to tell . In some way it could be a sweet […]
Icicle heart
For each compliment of beauty an icicle attached itself to Marsha’s heart; still her attraction grew for every year. Suitors came but were ridiculed with smiles; initially it served to […]
The Last Librarian
Books. It had always been the books; books were sunshine; books were freedom. Now books were warmth; warmth for frozen fingers. Warmth in winter of his concrete dwelling. He had […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 