Posted in Flash Fiction, Haibun

I’ve Had This Dream

It is a while since I’ve written a haibun. Haibun is a combination of prose and haiku poetry.


“I’ve been having these dreams Charlie. All about me before I came to this place.”

“Dreams are not good for you. Can interfere with your medication. Reckon I need to have a word with Doctor Charters.”

“Wait a minute Charlie, hear me out. In this dream I was married, had a job – not sure what it was, that bit was all a bit vague, but I lived in a big house. I could see it as clear as I can see you. Number 43 it was, but I couldn’t quite make out the name of the street, I think it began with a ‘D’.”

“Very nice, now do you want a couple of biscuits with your tea? I’ve got some digestives, I know how you like a digestive.”

“Sod the digestives Charlie! I need to tell you about this dream.”

“I thought you already had?”

“Only some of it, but not the best bit. Charlie, in this dream I had a name. It was David. David Bentham. My wife’s name was Miriam and I had two children, Sam and Ian.”

“Now come along Number 343421 you know it’s not a good idea to talk like that. Nobody in this place has got names, well nobody that is except the doctors and us warders. Look what happened to Number 243412 when he started thinking he had a name and a past. Got really nasty that did. No amount of medication would quieten him. My mate Charlie, the warder on that wing, told me they had to put him down in the end. Now we don’t want that happening to you Number 343421, do we? Why don’t you just relax while I give you this little injection? It’ll make all those silly dreams go away.”

“But Charlie I’ve got a name. It’s…, it’s…”

“That’s better Number 343421, just let all those daft thoughts disappear. Now, would you like one or two digestives with your tea?”

a long time ago
they took my real name from me –
gave me a number


Posted in Haibun

New Home


The order had been clear, ‘Leave nothing behind, absolutely nothing.’ Our job was simple, clean up planet Earth and make it ready for it’s new inhabitants. They are hoping to move in, a week on Tuesday.

the ferocious fire
swept away all in its path –
ready for new life


Posted in Flash Fiction, Haibun

The Line


A line had been drawn down the middle of our street. Someone told me it was young Billy who did it, late last night, using some green paint he’d found in his dad’s old shed. It wasn’t a very straight line, far from it, but it would do. As the  sun rose over the terraced houses on our estate we gathered, out of sight, armed with our bricks and bottles. We crouched there silently, each of us watching that green line. We knew, before long, one of them would try and cross it. When they did, we’d be ready.

this lust for revenge
is part of our heritage
etched into our souls


It is a while since I’d written a haibun. Haibun is a combination of prose and haiku poetry.

Posted in Flash Fiction, Haibun

Screw You!

“Screw you!” I shout through bloody cracked lips. He stares at me, slouched on the cold granite floor, and smiles. The ash from his cigarette drops onto his cheap suit. Slowly, he bends down and spins the bottle again. I watch its slow revolution, desperately praying for it to point to someone else. The silent prayer is wasted. In the dim light I can see the relief on their faces. Once again it was my turn to be cleansed of all sin.

half-light and silence
fills the confessional box –
my turn to repent