Softness of the moss
For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. […]
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Out by dawn
They always say we can’t stay rooted, that our blood craves travel. Last night our three weeks here were gone; eviction-note, a slap in the face: “Out by dawn” , […]
The soul is all about mushrooms
“Will they be ready with Eclipse in time for the trade-show Mr West” “We have hired the best of the best and they have poured their soul into the machine, […]
What a gentle footfall tells
Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck. There are cases […]
Exxon corporate offices the eighteenth of February 2069
I peek through the safety-glass window, a few drops of champagne still remaining in my glass; it’s probably the last few drops of the world; we have good reasons to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 