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