Fresh Snow | Frank Hubeny

Jim woke from his dream with a message: “You’ve got ten years, maybe eleven. Count on no more.”  The “ten years” gave him hope he’d get through this winter after a fresh foot of snow last night piled onto two already out there.

Across the road Jim heard Beatriz scream at her dogs. He considered yelling, “Merry Christmas, Beatriz!”  But he’s been there, done that, and wished he hadn’t.

With only ten years left Jim felt he might as well plow the drive to her cabin, round up her dogs, and see if she needed other help with the snow.


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.

Friday the 13th | Frank Hubeny

As a new convert to rationalism Bill proudly announced to Martha that he didn’t even realize that yesterday was Friday the 13th until he got up this morning. “And nothing went wrong yesterday!”

Martha wrapped her arms around him. “You’re cured!  You finally realize that the only days worse than Friday the 13th are all the other days in the month.”

“You mean today could be worse than Friday the 13th?”

Martha rapidly nodded her head, “Yes!  Yes!  Statistically today could be awful.”

“I wonder what could go wrong?”

“Well, for one, today’s Friday, not Saturday.”


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.

Patience | Frank Hubeny

George tosses opportunities like an infant tosses food then cries for more. Parents are generally patient. After a mild paddling or time-out, they offer clean food and try again. Most children know what to do.

Unlike most children George is the kind of guy who keeps tossing nourishment expecting the sun to rise tomorrow since it’s been doing that for the past sixty years.

Patience keeps trying, even with the likes of George, but not forever.  George doesn’t know it, but he will be offered one last year to waste.


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.

Unexpected Call | Frank Hubeny

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.

Cliff | Frank Hubeny

Looking cautiously over the cliff I saw it drop straight down and then I felt the push.


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

Dinner | Frank Hubeny

Aunt Betty said she wants the scream of a deranged frog to season tonight’s soup and if need be I could squeeze it out of him.


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.

Door | Frank Hubeny

A door opened that we would never have seen were it not for those critters whining and calling and begging us to come in to help them get out.


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.

Rights | Frank Hubeny

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.