Whispers and Echoes

Jim knew his rights. He made sure others knew he knew them.  For example, while jaywalking he’d slow his pace as cars approached.  He loved watching the expressions on the faces of drivers as they braked to see him grin while he crossed the street.

Some drivers honked. Others sped past him. Some got almost too close. So what? Jim knew his rights.

This approach to neighborliness worked until a crazed dude high on righteousness honked and honked, and honked some more, then hit and ran.

Frank Hubeny spends his time between Miami Beach and Northbrook, Illinois.  He has appeared in The Lyric, Snakeskin and Ancient Paths Literary Magazine.  He regularly posts poetry, short fiction and photography to https://frankhubeny.blog.