Family recipes
From my hiding place I watch her moving through the kitchen, preparing dinner. Just like before… I clench my fists … imagining the scent of stew… the scent of mother’s […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
The library is closed
The zealous soldiers came at last with kerosene at dusk, in search of the forbidden books, in search of manuscripts and dreams. Dressed in black, they didn’t even ring the […]
Trying at least
The salmon sky foretells of darkness soon to choke my heart with tentacles of terror. A moonless heaven offer no protection. I shiver… not from cold as hurried trickle of […]
Hitchhiking with care
I hitched a ride one day and you my friend was all I wanted (and your car) we rode and rode without a care until we reached a crossroad and […]
Glass-heart girl
It looks like she’s sleeping, smiling in dreams built from the summers we spent by the sea. I thought she’d been cured by my giving and caring… … but a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 