The soul is all about mushrooms
“Will they be ready with Eclipse in time for the trade-show Mr West” “We have hired the best of the best and they have poured their soul into the machine, […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
What a gentle footfall tells
Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck. There are cases […]
Exxon corporate offices the eighteenth of February 2069
I peek through the safety-glass window, a few drops of champagne still remaining in my glass; it’s probably the last few drops of the world; we have good reasons to […]
No Mint Julep for Rufus
Face the color of ripe plum and starched shirt plastered to an obese body. “It’s time for my mint julep” Rufus voice broke into falsetto cutting the afternoon silence. He […]
A solicitors note
Bree was out of options; lost in life’s maze of betrayals, mistakes and jealousy. The embossed letter bearing the golden insignia of Jack’s solicitor felt cold as a coffin nail. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 