Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Cupid, baby, why you always shooting those arrows at others? Here, let me see that bow, I'll show you some of what you got going on.

I'd rather not.

Oh , stop now. Just let it go, that's it, a little more, and yes! Perfect!

Plonk.

Almost done. Now look at me. No! Me!

  • Fiction
  • 54 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 04, 2025