Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

A left on Wilshire and down Main. He didn't need the GPS to picture it in his head. He'd mapped practically the entire city in his head. He could tune into this stream at will, marking buildings by number and landmarks by name. But today, there was a certain someone he was after.

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