An android staggers down a rain slickened alley, its cortisol levels peaked. A street light at the end of the alley flickers out as the whisper of a silenced pistol hits home. Vision doubled, it turns, expectant. No one. Rain drips off unblinking eyes as it waits for the next sound.
Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions