The dreams of Mathew Johnson – Friday Fictioneers.
Through cobwebs of lingering sawdust he saw opportunities gone. Once he had hunger for success, for business innovation, for being an encouraging father and a caring husband. Now it was […]
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Returning home – Friday Fictioneers
Returning was never a choice, but a necessity. When the Euro crisis hit, he lost it all, his business, his condo and his wife. Returning to the house of his […]
Rocks in my pocket – For Friday Fictioneers
The oily river floats like molten lead, trying in vain to swallow my lugubrious memories. The last day at the hospice you said; – Remember, I will always walk beside […]
It had to be pink – Friday Fictioneers
Pink was always your choice, and we argued about it many times. Now I realize it was the sore thumb that made paradise perfect. When I close my eyes I […]
The war against magpies – Friday Fictioneers
I still recall how we found magpies attacking the bitch with its puppies. Among the litter only one of the dogs survived, a small pup protected by its mother’s body. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 