Dolly
Meeting for breakfast at their restaurant was a bittersweet but silent end. The waitress, Dolly, greeted them with her usual smile and they found their table by the window. “I got […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Dumpster citizens
I know you hate us. We who walk namelessly and know the shadows best.Sunshine hurts us, so at dawn, we slither into cul-de-sacs hunting for the dumpster darkness. We rest […]
Nope means no
Eunice adjusted the cap to cover his face. He was dressed in the same clothes he wore when he left but his once-bright yellow cardigan was brown-smudged and soiled. Shame […]
Prohibition years
I remember, in daylight pretending, be straight and dependent. Breadwinner and accountant, but as soon as the gaslights were lit, I was drawn to speakeasies where bourbon and flappers gave […]
Coming home
I returned a Friday afternoon in late November. Gusts of wind rattled the branches of our ancient oak tree. Dirty patches of snow melted on the sidewalk.The vacant windows darkly […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 