Staying in touch
We always promised that we’d stay in touch. But you moved South and I stayed put; I met Patricia and I hid my memories from her jealousy. She nagged me […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
The art of writing
The aged librarian still keeps the ancient typewriter he bought from his uncle when he had ambitions of becoming an author. “I must study the masters”, he said. But the […]
False Idol
Edmond walked for miles through the mud to reach the store. He’d heard a rumor of midnight-deliveries of Spam and Toilet-Paper. It had been raining for a fortnight which had […]
Prepping in pandemic panic
Prepping for the pending pandemic, Peter and Paula purchased pepper and pork to pressure-cook preserves; they paid for ten packs of pasta, ten-pound potatoes, poaches of parsnips and pickled peas, […]
No longer the jester
Sheila understood. Finally. She imagined how dear Robert and his mousy Molly had laughed behind her back and now she’d been stranded, humiliated and alone. It was just a play […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 