Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

I'll bet you sleep in your native soil, he whispered in her ear. Bloodsucker that you are. Let's go for a ride, Lila.

The temptation to wrap his hands around her porcelain neck nagged at him. It was impossible now, but it was there just the same.

Wait, I have something to offer.

  • Fiction
  • 53 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 16, 2025