Almost Friends

The farmhouse rests on a flat, grain-growing, dusty, wonderful world. I am three. Outside I want to meet the dog who guards the farm.

Then I am on the ground. Someone says they will shoot that dog. Another stitches my eyebrow and cheek. I did not mean to frighten him.


Written for dVerse Haibun Monday 28.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

34 thoughts on “Almost Friends”

    1. I don’t know if I learned my lesson. I still assume a dog won’t bite. I have very little fear of them. My main memory of this dog is the threat I heard to kill the dog because I was hurt. That is the last thing I wanted to see happen even at that young age.

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  1. The tight prose is just right…and that a child has the burden of an adults outburst and carries the guilt for what may or not happen….well, you tell it with great simplicity and truth.

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    1. I don’t really know what happened to the dog, but my family didn’t hunt and I don’t know who would have shot the dog. It may have been a rash comment someone made. I do remember hearing it and hoping nothing happened to the dog.


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