Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

The detective's eyes studied the footprints. Unlike his predecessors, he could see a pattern, not the chaos they deduced was a fight. No one would come to this roof and brawl, not with this view. More likely, two people came here and danced. Now, why had their tango dipped.

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