Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

You cannot skirt the law, sir. Your vehicle is on camera, your plate number clearly visible. I'm here to collect the fine.

But I don't drive. I don't even have a car.

You are Edward Gorey of Mockingbird Lane?

That's me.

Pay the fine or punishment is death.

This is monstrous!

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