Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

I assure you I am very, very much alive, my dear.

She stepped closer to him, her bare neck showing no sign of bruising.

But your reply to our invitation is our current subject, Mr Greve.

Do all their victims end up joining them, he wondered. No, he was in another plane of reality.

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