I’m also sinking
Every time I see a plastic sack among the flotsam and the debris, I think that you’ve come back to tell . In some way it could be a sweet […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Icicle heart
For each compliment of beauty an icicle attached itself to Marsha’s heart; still her attraction grew for every year. Suitors came but were ridiculed with smiles; initially it served to […]
The Last Librarian
Books. It had always been the books; books were sunshine; books were freedom. Now books were warmth; warmth for frozen fingers. Warmth in winter of his concrete dwelling. He had […]
Worse than failure
Success is always close to failure — Michael locks the doors carefully. His gleaming dream is waiting for tomorrow; well prepared. Would hours training, tuning engines pay? Would he stand […]
Hollywood dreaming
Hollywood. She’d realized that rhinestones shine like diamonds; that marble can be trompe-l’œil plywood. She’d found herself in platform-shoes handling days of fading dreams. Amanda learned to smile; giggle to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 