Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

He had the feeling he was staring down a mountain. A herculean task of discovery with just the tip showing. His intel had been wrong, or lacking. A case relies on the strength of its investigator. He'd been weak, too late to stop another murder but he had a name, and a headache.

  • Fiction
  • 53 words
  • < 1 min
  • June 23, 2025