Stories by Frobisher

Chapter One So we remained friends. We agreed to meet to do “fun things” together, like hit bars, restaurants and gigs. I’d see Jessica every couple of weeks. My plan was to take her out, pamper her and make her laugh, and eventually make her realise that I was the man for her. However, it...

I only became aware of the word on the night Jessica and her girlfriends were so cruel to me. It was one of the insults they’d hurled at me after I’d confronted Jessica, my ex, outside a midtown bar. When they saw that I was annoying her, Jessica’s girlfriends drove me away with their insults...

(Note – much of the prose in this story is the original author’s. I have shortened the story and changed the plot. Explanatory notes follow the story) I was a child until the early spring of my fifteenth year. It was March 1975, and the world seemed to have left its orbit. We’d seen Nixon...

I’d heard of Bollus sure enough. The Bollus Institute was an educational and cultural center out Rawlings way. A grand old house on thirty acres of prime land with a swanky hotel attached. I knew it functioned as a halfway house, a “labor facility” where penitentiary inmates worked prior to...

I’d always been pro-choice. As a man, I’d constantly supported a woman’s right to decide what happens to her own body. But believe me; my values were tested to the core when Olivia became pregnant. Ultimately, I learned that a “woman’s right to choose” means a woman’s right to do whatever the...

Even before my accident, I was terrified my wife would bitch me. Leah hadn’t cared when I’d discovered her affair. Although I still loved her, it was dawning on me how much my wife just didn’t give a shit about me. I guess the accident sealed my fate. Leah seized her chance and went ahead with...

Ever wonder what happened to your high school sweetheart? You know, your earliest crush. The girl you first loved and lusted after? Maybe things didn’t work out between you, maybe you never even had a chance with her – but you must admit, you’re curious about how her life turned out. Has she...

Not a day goes by when I don’t think of how harshly Mom treated ***. Even now, ten years later, those events are etched on my mind. ***’s tears, his black eyes, the sobbing and the humiliation. *** was transformed from a happy, doting father to an utterly defeated man during the space of just a...

My name's Rob, and I’d always been a liberal. I attended rallies against police brutality, supported the fight against climate change, campaigned hard for Bernie. Well, those days are gone. Today I’m a hardened cynic. I’ve witnessed firsthand how racial and gender politics can be used as weapons...

Nathan, my black lover, forced George to wear a humbler last week and he hates it. George tells me it’s agonizing for him. I don’t care though. It’s really no-one’s fault but his own. He shouldn’t have acted so insolent and tried to woo me. Men like George aren’t supposed to get ideas above...