Damned be potatoes
They say, for farmers, the weather’s always bad. Too much rain, too hot or way too cold. But I, the miller, always got my share. Farmers used to come to […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
New Year Shopping
Mildred needed a coat. The zipper didn’t close, and even the gentlest breeze would find it’s way to freeze her skin. Winter lay before her and New Year always came […]
Sharing Dinner
Saturday night; I meet Mike at closing time. She wears slippers, badge says Lucy, but we know her name is Kate. Her blouse is neat as always, grey hair pony-tailed. […]
Promises to keep
I have promises to keep. My little horse just needs some rest. I feed him oats. I listen to his voice. My horse, we still have miles to go before […]
Damned prenup
Harnessed to my glider, I linger for a moment. I inhale the scent of my gilded cage. Lavender and salt. My custodian is shouting but I have locked the door: […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 