robert fisherman
Stories (8/0)
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.
By robert fisherman3 months ago in Fiction
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.
By robert fisherman5 months ago in Fiction
Home Again
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.
By robert fisherman6 months ago in Fiction
