Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

My name then. What's my name?

I never gave you one.

The scientist in the wheel chair's eyes fell off to the side then turned to him.

I called you Andy.

Short for android. Very personal.

It wasn't personal. You weren't personal. But then you weren't you then.

Right. Oppurtunity.

  • Fiction
  • 50 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 17, 2025