Silencing the Steinway
Silence is pregnant with anticipation. Audience is waiting, bowstring tense, we are sold out tonight. The spotlight’s playing on the velvet curtain. Waiting, I’m prepared, my denture polished to ivory […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Of women and airplanes
Germs, germs are everywhere. It’s time to clean, to burn, to wipe away her residues. Olivia has left, and soon another one (with other germs) will come. I’m never really […]
Good deeds
Years have passed, but I still recall every single footstep leading to our old mill. My father’s voice still echoes: “We will never sell, never”, but what can a single […]
Frenzy
Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick. He had been drinking. “Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse […]
Sunrise
It’s sunrise. Cold. She’s still asleep; a child, beaded and with dreadlocks; she’s fashionably trashed but judging from the needle-marks on her forearms the search for veins has been successful. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 