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