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 […]
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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 […]
All along the watchtower
Their loaded machine guns could not been seen against the blinding searchlights, but Jorge knew the routines. He recalled the guards’ jargon and how they had quenched memories at the […]
The sweetest smile – Friday Fictioneers
Walking the familiar steps to work it was always easier if she imagined herself at her grandmother’s place. When she was happy with a ponytail bouncing with joy and curiosity. […]
The bottle – Friday Fictioneers
Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came. The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 