Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

There's a distinct odor coming from over there.

Where, beside that tomb? The open one?

Yes. I'd wager that whatever left it isn't far. The odor is definite, still strong. It's like decay mixed with citrus.

Yes, it is odd. Not completely unpleasant. Cleaning chemicals, perhaps?

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