Servant to steel
“Shift the bobbins.” The foreman shouted to be heard over the iron-looms groaning. We were only ten workers serving the steel-beast replacing two hundred weavers. I used to have pride […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Back in Vienna again
Vienna had changed for the better, the colors were brighter but the shadows were still as deep. Pulling down the fedora he lits a cigarette. Contract killing is mostly waiting, […]
The day the music died
I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window. Just like last […]
Goodbye Sarajevo
Still early, Amina left the guest house. She checked the address on her smartphone and quickly found the loathsome address, where she once had lived. The cobblestones where cold to […]
Wet wool
Blackbirds singing, linden blooming and a nauseating reek of roses. I withdraw to the back of the chapel. I can neither face the fake sorrow of her family nor myself. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 