Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Nice hair, Mr Grey.

You like?

Yeah. Why did you change it though?

Just a whim.

No, it don't buy it.
You look really good. Why?

No special occasion. Just felt naughty.

Well, you look ten years younger. At least.

Thanks. I'll be right back. Need to check on a portrait.

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