To take a life
‘Do you know that Phalaenopsis just keeps blooming’. ‘Like us… ’ she had smiled. Leyla is standing by the window. All is grey, sleet covering the streets. Clouds. The orchid’s […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Departure time
He wore sunglasses. Suit but no tie. The pub was empty and he approached the two men in the corner. ‘You can call me Ulsterman’ Gordon extended his hand to […]
Damned be potatoes
They say, for farmers, the weather’s always bad. Too much rain, too hot or way too cold. But I, the miller, always got my share. Farmers used to come to […]
New Year Shopping
Mildred needed a coat. The zipper didn’t close, and even the gentlest breeze would find it’s way to freeze her skin. Winter lay before her and New Year always came […]
Promises to keep
I have promises to keep. My little horse just needs some rest. I feed him oats. I listen to his voice. My horse, we still have miles to go before […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 