Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Two young detectives are called to the scene of a crime, murder in a greenhouse. The body is purple and clutching it's own throat. A sure sign of poison. Plant misters turn on automatically.

The two look at each other with the same thought: it's absorbed through the skin.

  • Fiction
  • 49 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 04, 2025