Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Looking for a manger, he said at the front desk, his voice steady but graveled.

We get that all the time, the attendant replied, nodding.

The voice on the line told him to be there at twelve. The Inn, it'd said with a chuckle. He was early.

He looked at the desk guy.

You know me?

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