Vacation planning
“Do you remember how we used to love camping?” “Yes”. “Do you remember vistas and how we went exploring once?” “I do”. “Do you remember how we loved to gaze […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Self defense against your fears
They scared me once: “Beyond that door are secrets, too dangerous for you”. I imagined torture chambers. I saw rooms where teenage girls were starved to death, and when I […]
The last train to Zürich
“But it’s a real Scarampella, I played Dvorak’s cello concerto with Toscanini once”. Jozef thumbed his moth-eaten hat, humbling himself for the meaty pawnbroker. If he closed his eyes he […]
Under siege
Turrets and bulwarks, build a wall and dig a moat. pull the drawbridge, put your trust in razorwire, guns and ammo. Have you seen the windmill over there? Is that […]
Trading jewelry
“Ten dollars, not a cent more”, Joe said leaning backwards in his swivel chair; his big belly undulating as he ogled the young woman. She shook her head while reaching […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 