Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

"For rest, you take bag. And you," her heavy accent pointed at me, "I want answer. Yes or no?"

The forest had thinned out and we set up camp on a flat rock overlooking the valley. One of our sleeping bags was lost in a fall. I wanted yes, and no.

"Fine, I stay on watch."

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