Fug & Forgotten | Haiku

Good morning all,

Haiku loaded, primed, and ready to fire…


Peat smoke fug, hanging

Snug against slate roofs and thatch.

Fishing boats bobbing.


Red-rimmed, rheumy eyes

Scan corona-haunted streets.

Freedom forgotten

Things I’ve read this week…

Chris Hall’s fantastic piece of speculative fiction ‘Summoning the Rain‘ is the latest in her San Man series. It is such an atmospheric piece of writing that you can almost smell the campfire in the darkness. This is writing full of earth and dirt and sky – an absolutely brilliant piece.

Twelfth Night‘ by Rosiebooks2009 is a cracking piece of flash fiction set in the depths of winter. It is a wonderfully evoked and beautifully sad story that is pitch perfect. The best stories are always the most simple ones, and there is not a wasted word in this tale. Well worth a moment of your time.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Mount Pleasant Granary and Needpix.*

Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Near to the Knuckle, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, and Shooter magazine. He is a PhD student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father.

Not necessarily in that order.

14 thoughts on “Fug & Forgotten | Haiku

  1. Finally!!! πŸ˜‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰

    “Haiku loaded, primed, and ready to fire…”
    Omg. Swoonerama. Best opening line ever. πŸ€©πŸ‘

    I adore Fug. Such a grey but cosy ambiance. *Adore* it.

    As a side note, being the web rabbit that I am, I also clicked through your footnote link to the image source for that one, and wowzers, does that Granary place ever have a to-die-for library room. Inspiring. 😍

    I agree with the vibe in Forgotten. It’s kinda scary the way the borders are closing. First 911 now this. Feels like the Handmaid’s Tale in slow-mo.

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  2. I’m back here because I just looked up Fug and found out it’s actually an existing word, which I did not know before. I’d thought it was a made-up, to mean “ponderous fog of vague Fear, Uncertainty and General obfuscation.” Anyhewls, I like your cheerful attitudes above, about corona. Above every cloud, the sun is shining. Time to make hay. 🌀✍️;))

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