Hopefully some pleasure may be had from my stories, which I enjoyed writing. Each different, I feel, but nonetheless from my imagination. Where did they come from, and why? Like most things in life at times, they arrived and wanted to be told. Perhaps they question what is reality, as opposed to dream, and that can have us going along a long, long timeless road where there is no clear answer, if an answer at all. As stated at the outset, they are to be taken as enjoyable stories, nothing more than that.