The fall and rise of a muse
Labeled a muse, no longer faithful she left a husband to live with the stars, becoming the fifth among four. Was it sympathy for the devil, or sex, drugs and […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Profit on property
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today for me to give you evidence of myths being true.” The room went silent, and McLie savoured the moment, polishing his pince-nez. […]
Body Count
The sweet reek of decay mingled with a muted scent of honeysuckle. In the unmoving summer afternoon a cloud of blowflies descended on the wet soil. Russell sighed in frustration. […]
Not even his name
“Fifty years of public service”, my father sighed. His hand moved slowly, tracing the edge of the crystal bowl. I didn’t know what to say. “They couldn’t even spell my […]
A mile in my shoes
Disgust… I see it in your eyes. How you cannot meet my gaze, your lips — a thin line. your white knuckles. Is it because my accent tells you that […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 