Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

There's no such thing as no lead. There's always a lead. Second guess yourself if you have to.

Join us. The two words stood out. Part of something larger. He mentioned change. Vigilantes? Secret cabal?

On a slow train back to the city, he followed the leads in his head.

Who I am.

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