On the third visit to the asylum he started to speak
Why do they come?, you ask. Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky. “Meteors”, said one “Aurora Borealis” another claimed. But I have studied them for […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Obsolete Hardware
Ada walked into the study where Mr Babbage was waiting. “You called for me Lady Lovelace”, “Yes, I read about your Analytical Engine and had an idea”, She went to […]
Learning how to speak
At thirteen I almost killed another boy. If I’d been at school I’d been expelled and sent to juvie. For me it meant a slap on the wrist from coach […]
February Monday
Another February Monday. Streets are grey with slush and water seeping through my shoes. On the the subway I am sandwiched between an elderly lady with a flu so bad […]
Corporate Policies
Mr Tumnus was late. His boss had made him cross-check all the spreadsheets. “Jadis wants your report on her desk tomorrow morning”. Rumors said that they were targeted by a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 