Uppers and Downers
UPPERS AND DOWNERS The Uppers lived in a village on the hill, name of Upsville. The sun always shone there, always plenty of birds and corn. They laughed a lot, because life was good. There was fresh water nearby, lots of food and they could always have a good time.
The Jazz Packers
Well, you asked, and asked again. You obviously know it’s not something that I bother talking about myself, ancient history and well, a pretty good yarn really which I’d probably tell often if the joke wasn’t, ultimately, on me. But, guess you’ve been talking to your Uncle Simon, and yeah, I know he’s a little embittered to this day. Probably given you a skewed angle on the whole screwy thing. Me, maybe I am a wee bit and all, and that’s why I don’t talk about it, good story notwithstanding (take a seat). I gots my own opinions and theories, but the memory’s pretty square, so you may as well hear how it really went down there. I’ll try and put it nice.
I have a memory of walking into a house. It’s after school, I’m maybe eight years old, and I’m meant to head straight home. I go up the drive and on in. Observation, I guess, was not my strong point – maybe I was distracted – or escaping from bullies? – anyway it’s a few minutes before I realize that there are certain distinct differences between this kitchen and the one I should be in. I hear footsteps elsewhere in the house, and I instinctively cower behind the nearest counter. A woman walks in who is patently not my mother. I don’t see her face.