Cease to be his Annabelle
She was tethered to the listless shore moored and waiting, lacking buoyancy in briny waves, caressed by swaying kelp her salt and tears, he called her whore and with his […]
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Going with the goat
Gripping the metal rod a little tighter, Alicia tried in vain to soften the parched dirt. A relentless sun was burning in her neck, and in a basket she kept […]
Rome before his feet
Victoriam! Dressed in fragrant laurel, he was a victor against Barbarians from the North. General Lucius Sulla had once again Rome before his feet. This was another day a triumph, […]
How to share the grain.
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
The color of water
I dreamed about water; my stomach was a dead horse, my breath a heavy cart. I dreamed of water free of salt. I dreamed of springs. I dreamed. Then I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 