Finding a home
The dilapidated house looked nothing like the description in the ad. Sure, it said that “some touch-up required”, but this needs a bulldozer, thought Steve. Alas Elle was excited; she […]
Tag Archives: prose
Reeds
Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
Fog-silenced
When the path leads onward over rocks and crags with only cairns to lead the way our hope of catching the promised view had diminished. We had started in the […]
No Necromancing
We were just lovers never friends.
Fixing
Agnes let her eyes slumber, slowly following the faint line where the sky met the sea. The sun was preparing to set but no one left and no one came […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 