Gossling Collective

A collection of short stories that range from a man climbing a mythical mountain in a gym, to a man who wore his clothes backwards on a trolley ride home. These are odd romance stories, old age stories, and tales of the elderly. Modern stories too, of a lost purse, or trick dog that could get into a locked car. It is called the Gosling Collective because the goslings hatched by Mother Goose grew up and had goslings of their own. This collective embroils short stories that might have been penned by the great, great grand-goslings of Mother Goose, but goslings of the 21st century. I call them goslings because they are a collective of my early short stories.