It could be Monday
Genre: Experimental noir Last night had been filled with stars, soft music from her lips. Promises. This morning it is fog and mud. Mold and glass rings on my kitchen […]
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Stay the night or …
“You want to stay the night, or … ?” I recalled the motel-manager’s question. What else than staying? There was a mirror above the king size bed, and there were […]
Not just clowns and candy-floss
“Candyfloss for a sweet smile” Elena cherished pink sweetness and returned a dimple-smile for yet another clown. It was fair, and she was its princess, her mother told her so. […]
Seven years afterward
Seven years: now a message waits, still unread. I recall the warm touch of your hand just before I slipped when soldiers came. I remember how afterwards I searched for […]
How bridges mean an end (or two)
Bridges should unite not part, they should be more beginnings than an end. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, just like it did the day they called: “Is this Joanne […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 