Memory stories
I started reading about the age of four. I can still remember a collection of books my parents gave me when I was five. There was a copy of Aesop’s … Continue reading
Wednesday, 18 December, 2013 · 1 Comment
Neither Right Nor Wrong
This story is not really a story at all: it was a dream of long ago, of 6.45 am 14 October 1983 in fact. It was the most vivid dream … Continue reading
Tuesday, 13 July, 2010 · Leave a comment
The tent
When I was seven years old my parents bought me a tent. It was canvas and cone-shaped, on one side Indians in their warbonnets, their horses leaping, on the other … Continue reading
Sunday, 12 July, 2009 · Leave a comment
