Burning my mementos
She sold seashells by the seashore.Once. Now mementos for my fingertips, boxed and sorted each telling a story. I remember her windblown hair. I recall the sand between my toes. […]
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Burning bridges
Dusk settling Laura lit the oil-lamps they once received as wedding gifts. She wanted to savor a moment of silence before she left forever. Life without Robert would be empty, […]
Telltale signs
Every day I scan the mirror of my pond for telltale signs. Bubbles could be the first sign that my secret’s slipping through its shackles. “I promise, you, it’s just […]
Perfection in symmetry
“Symmetry´s perfection”, she once said, “and there’s a single Minotaur”. At first we tiptoed; imagining his heavy footsteps.. There were moments when we caught a whiff of predator. There were […]
Stairway to heaven
Patsy scratched her underarms, rolling a vein between thumb and forefinger. She was hungry; for food and more. She would struggle to find another climb; to find the heaven she […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 