Rats
“A femur you say?” Detective Constable took up his notebook, raised his left eyebrow scrutinizing the old drunkard. Through smell of pee and booze, Constable could distinguish a sweet scent […]
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The precious jar
The young man hesitated before he left; the house foreclosed was empty, furniture collected, walls repainted, but on the kitchen counter was their jar of batteries; collected; ready for recycling. […]
The prize of being well preserved
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Yellow woods
A road not taken. You always said it was you, not me when you left me in the yellow woods. “We can still be friends”, I said. You smiled, “Of […]
The softest grass
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver There are partings and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 