The mountain’s lament – For Friday Fictioneers
Sometimes I can still feel the acrid smell of burning flesh, and see the flames of God’s terrible wrath. I saw what happened on the day of desolation and heard […]
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To bail or not to bale? – Friday Fictioneers
” Sweetheart, I went haywire after being sentenced working these fields. Sweat trickles down my forehead so close to freedom. The farm-girls’ cotton skirts sway rhythmically reminding me of when […]
Where poppies flew – For Friday Fictioneers
My days pass slowly under the shadow of a temple bell. That ominous bell tolling threnodies of losses, of sorrows I bear under a facade of stoic boredom. The poppies […]
One glass sangria – Friday Fictioneers
Lorna had insisted that the ceremony was to be cheerful, a ceremony disregarding her suffering towards the end. A ceremony to commemorate a life of Happiness shared with her sister […]
When lamps go out – Friday FIctioneers
Her collection was impressive. Each of them carrying a memory. They all represented someone. Someone who had lived and breathed, someone once close to her. She sighed, each of them […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 