Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

Well, I must press on. No time to lose.

They already know you're coming.

Her tone was flat and the light in her eyes went out as she sank into a sightless thousand yard stare.

He opened his phone. Thank you, ma'am.

My coming might not be news, he thought, but I'm coming.

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