Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Oh Carly, why? You're so vain, girl. Give it up.

I won't. Can't. Listen, he took me for an idiot. A cheap floozy with no more brains than tree sap. I am not letting this go. And it's nothing to do with vanity. This is all about dignity.

I still think you ought to mail this one in.

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