Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

I came back to our house. They tore it down after the fire, filled in the basement. But I stood there, out back, looking in where our kitchen windows used to be. I knew that's where I'd find you, if anywhere. So many memories right there. And after all of this, they seem to still be.

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