Of egrets and blowflies – Friday Fictioneers
They had walked the smooth boardwalk so many times, hand in hand, feeling the smoothness of the humid air, losing themselves in the musty smell of the swamp and the […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
The mountain’s lament – For Friday Fictioneers
Sometimes I can still feel the acrid smell of burning flesh, and see the flames of God’s terrible wrath. I saw what happened on the day of desolation and heard […]
To bail or not to bale? – Friday Fictioneers
” Sweetheart, I went haywire after being sentenced working these fields. Sweat trickles down my forehead so close to freedom. The farm-girls’ cotton skirts sway rhythmically reminding me of when […]
Where poppies flew – For Friday Fictioneers
My days pass slowly under the shadow of a temple bell. That ominous bell tolling threnodies of losses, of sorrows I bear under a facade of stoic boredom. The poppies […]
One glass sangria – Friday Fictioneers
Lorna had insisted that the ceremony was to be cheerful, a ceremony disregarding her suffering towards the end. A ceremony to commemorate a life of Happiness shared with her sister […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 