Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Cassandra's near eternal time trapped underground was over. The doctor and Igor watched as the gigavolts coursed through her suppine form. They moved toward the table. A flutter. A stir.

The feminine form sat up regarding her hands, her hips, her legs. "Oh, aren't you boys clever."

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