Whispers and Echoes

After a decade Bill called.  He reached a level of intoxication where lunacy required an audience.  He also had a list of unforgivable people and wanted to go over it with me. Admittedly I’ve messed things up, plenty, but I was surprised to find my name on his list.

After an hour I told Bill I could hook him up with a good shrink, or an exorcist if he preferred.  That worked. He hung up.

A week later I called him back.  Bill was sober and I was tactful.  We joked some before I brought up the exorcist.

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.