Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

You know, pushing them like that might not get you the result you're looking for.

Like what? I'm just pushing them.

Like that, hard. Too hard if you ask me.

They're adaptable. Besides, if I can get more of that thing they make, mmm.

You're so selfish.

I prefer god-like, Hera.

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