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 […]
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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 […]
Returning home – Friday Fictioneers
Returning was never a choice, but a necessity. When the Euro crisis hit, he lost it all, his business, his condo and his wife. Returning to the house of his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 