Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

"Wait, what, who the...," his voice trailed off like the end of a cowboy movie.

"Oh yes. Just who you deserve actually."

"I got rights."

"You do."

The long pause gave further rise to the hairs on the back of his neck.

"But they can't help you here. And so, shall we begin?"

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