It could be argued that all writing is fiction since it is virtually impossible to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; and besides, philosophers have been dining out for millennia on the question of what is truth anyway. Although the stories in this collection might be based on some actual event they are, for the most part, the product of my imagination. They are here, because they are made up.
This page has the following sub pages.
- This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
- I am on a train
- Queen of the Alley
- The White Van
- The point of no return
- All our yesterdays
- The young woman who fell from the sky
- The golden-haired girl
- The Steps
- On a ferry to Macau
- Stranger than fiction
- The Shed
- Growing old sucks!
- Lord Byron came to my house
- The angry man
