Make the lying cease
Bottles always bottles. Suzy always spent her mornings cleaning. The formica table was sticky from his spilled beer. From the master bedroom she could hear his snores. If only … […]
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Between a rock and a hard place
“Delays, delays.why is everything put on ice?” At 3AM the President’s voice echoed through empty corridors. Face distorted; no longer orange; lighthouse puce. Footsteps rushing behind. ‘Sir, I thought you […]
To take a life
‘Do you know that Phalaenopsis just keeps blooming’. ‘Like us… ’ she had smiled. Leyla is standing by the window. All is grey, sleet covering the streets. Clouds. The orchid’s […]
Another dream
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
Departure time
He wore sunglasses. Suit but no tie. The pub was empty and he approached the two men in the corner. ‘You can call me Ulsterman’ Gordon extended his hand to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 