A good day to die
Tumbleweed — like me, he thought, we both keep moving. He should have been in town by now. Alejandro took another sip from his almost empty water-bottle. Two days since […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Dear Anne
There used to be a scaffold here. Where blood has spilled the grass is greener. Beheading was at dawn, a sword for noblemen and axe for all the rest. An […]
Price of a penthouse
Jobless and foreclosure. Homeless. It’s been merciless and quick. Once a rock starts rolling it’s hard to stop. But when it reached the bottom all went quiet. Friends may cease […]
Better than sex
Cindi loved the purring of her V8 and driving fast was far better than sex with Ralph. She pressed the accelerator a bit more and felt her sport car clinging […]
Not yellow anymore
My dear Theo, Coming back to my dwelling in Arles I realize that walls have seized to bend. The sense of suffocation that I felt is gone. Even colors seem […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 