Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions
The front door creaked. The floorboards creaked. The dusty light stayed close to curtainless windows.
Join us, a voice called out. Change isn't always bad.
Not so fond of members only clubs. Time's up.
I know who you are.
That's my line.
I mean, I know who you are.
He pauses.
2WordPrompt
- Fiction
- 52 words
- < 1 min
- June 23, 2025