Once a month
It was time again… excruciating pain when the rays from the moon hit my retina, spreading through marrow and bones; rippling through muscles, into finger and toes. I grow longer, […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Again…
Elina woke up to the baby crying… again. It was still dark and her employers were sleeping. Elina knew her duties. Walking to the kitchen she tried to calm the […]
The butterfly effect
I hate travelling with Matt. He’s late again; I’m boiling inside as the stewardess closes the door right behind him. While he makes his way down the aisle to his […]
Johnny’s gone
As soon as the last guest left Clara locked the door and meticulously cleaned the bar. She washed the glasses and swept the floor. Thirty minutes later she left her […]
The townhouse can wait
Philip pushes his way through the hallway cluttered with clothes and toys. Her clothes, their toys. The condo, once perfect for a bachelor, is simply too cramped since Janine moved […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 