Hi Columbus Guy,
I'm coming to this with a lot of chapters to read, but based on this one it sure looks as if I'm going to be enjoying myself. An excellent start and I'm connecting with Miles already.
Wow Lisa!
You sure know how to start a guy's day off with a bang :-)
I'm sort of sorry that you had to cry yourself to sleep, but if it helps at all I'll admit to having a few tears myself while I was writing it.
I can only hope that the next story I post here you will consider at least half as good as this one.
Thanks again for such an enthusiastic review and welcome to the site.
Ivor.
Thanks for the review Valkyrie and for the welcome.
As far as I know Renouf does not mean any sort of lily in French. As I said to CNC the hint to his first name was Jake standing outside the chapel holding a lily coupled with the story title.
While Lilian is a known boys name in France it is not known in England and any boy with that name is almost certainly going to be derided as the known name is Lillian - for girls.
Hi CNC,
Thanks for getting in touch and letting me know that you liked this story.
In some ways I'm quite glad if readers don't figure out that Ren's first name was Lilian. The big hint was with Jake standing outside the chapel holding a single lily and the story title.
Regards.
Ivor.
I was fortunate to read this in another place before it arrived here, so Geron knows how much I enjoyed it.
The story drew me in and although it is many years since I have been in Amsterdam, I was luckily able to picture some of the locations while worrying what might happen to Mooi.
Hi, Columbus Guy:
I appreciate the invite you gave and although I've had a bit of trouble working out the GA system, I'm glad I've finally arrived.
Your comments on this story are very generous considering the fact that it is, as Geron has said, poignant so I know it won't appeal to everyone. But then life can be like that, can't it?
Much appreciated - thanks again.
A move to a new home in a different town leaves 15 year old Jake unhappy but when he steps in to help another boy who is being bullied at school, his life changes.
My Dad had one of those jobs where from time to time we had to move because he was working for a National company and as he moved up their ladder – rather appropriate as they are a tool hire company – we would move to a different part of the country. That had happened a lot when I was younger as we seemed to move every year or so, but we had been settled in one place for about three years. Consequently, I’d been able to build up a small group of friends and was also now doing well at school havi