Secrets, deeper down below
“Down below… you have to dig deeper” The four men were masked, clad in rubber clothing, they had spades, but mostly they tore through the grass and mud with gloved […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Last bus leaving Jefferson
Emma’s bare feet pounded hard asphalt, she was too late. Running she passed deserted houses. The power company had assured that radiation levels were within the approved levels. Still they […]
Stay the night or …
“You want to stay the night, or … ?” I recalled the motel-manager’s question. What else than staying? There was a mirror above the king size bed, and there were […]
Not just clowns and candy-floss
“Candyfloss for a sweet smile” Elena cherished pink sweetness and returned a dimple-smile for yet another clown. It was fair, and she was its princess, her mother told her so. […]
Seven years afterward
Seven years: now a message waits, still unread. I recall the warm touch of your hand just before I slipped when soldiers came. I remember how afterwards I searched for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 