Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

It's Wing Day!

Cor, what's that then?

Oh I forgot you don't have Wing Day in jolly old England.

We've discussed this before, I believe. Jolly is a relative term. So is old.

Right. So, we eat fried chicken wings smothered in hot sauce, and lots of them. All day.

Why?

Um, 'cause?

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