Darkness even darker
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again, Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca Sunset is sudden with a tired receding sun cocooning in the clouds. The treacherous moon is absent […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Morning Potion
Carefully Giselle ground Blue Mountain beans, brewed them to perfection and it was ready just as Mark rushed down the stairs. He took the cup, leaving without goodbye. Discussions yesterday […]
Predator
The decaying leaves form thick layers on the asphalt, crusted and sick as a leper’s skin. The streetlights only paint insufficient patches along my path, and where it doesn’t reach […]
Cleaning up
He had left her empty — Void. Emelie sorted through Marten’s paper — left behind were bills and more bills — left for her to pay. Jewelry, fancy dining, five […]
One last service
On his deathbed, Malcolm pondered the joys in his life: quail’s egg, lark-tongues, caviar and Kobe-beef washed down with Chateau Chéval Blanc. Both ruthless and fortunate, he left in his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 