Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

I am not a patient man. But for what it's worth, I did stay that day. No one came. So it couldn't be me. I waited until the sun went down, then left. I wasn't there after dark.

Thank you. Just one more question. Why do you think the murder occurred at night? I've not mentioned that.

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