Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions
You weren't happy to see him.
No, not especially.
But you let him in and he stayed how long?
About a week.
And when you weren't together, he would go out?
Yes, I don't know where.
Her eyes were wide and small dots of perspiration beaded her brow.
Subject lying, he wrote.
- Fiction
- 52 words
- < 1 min
- June 23, 2025