Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Knowing who but not where, the android detective cross-referenced all locations associated with the perpetrator on a map. Two stood out. One in plain sight, the other on the outskirts of town. Plain sight was a short walk, and also too obvious. That left one. A defunct orange grove.

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