Jacques

As a foreigner with English as only a second language (I am a Quebecois and my first language is French), I find Nigel Gordon's stories and novels to be very revealing of certain aspects of daily life in England and fascinating. I believe that we can also break it among the great UK authors.

With this manifestation of her presence in Colin's last moments, everything happens as if Daisy, beyond illness and death, had arranged to allow Colin to live as much of a real human life as possible, filled with filial and family love, in order to return all the love he had nurtured for her and for his other dogs, for Bailey and for all the friends and people he loves and who surround him.

I made the donation of a small $10, read the whole story as this Colin seemed so sympathetic to me and I can tell you that this story is a masterpiece. I will re-read it with you wherever it is published again.

Thank you for this welcome little addition. I dare to hope that you will sometimes feel the desire to add a chapter to “Cornucopia”. For the happiness of your loyal readers! Happy New Year !

I miss the epilogue of the previous version of your story a little, especially the presence of Oberon, Zampa's friendly son and the Christmas party in Corbin's house!

But the forces of evil are still at work outside the courthouse and I fear they will exact their revenge on Kyle and those who are dear to him!

Excuse me, something goes wrong !

I, for one, am full of apprehension about this.

I knew that from a literary point of view there had to be a great event that would bring all the characters together before this wonderful story ended, but I would have liked this event to be less painful and that “death forgets the happy”. But it is your story, dear author, and the readers that we are, despite their sorrow, must let you tell it as you wish or as it imposes itself on you! But I am infinitely sad!

May I ? A prayer here addressed to the author taken from the poem entitled "Le Lac" by Alphonse de Lamartine: “O time! suspend your flight, and you, auspicious hours! Suspend your course: Let us savor the quick delights Most beautiful these days! “Enough wretches here below implore you, Flow, flow for them; Take with their days the cares that devour them; Forget the happy ones. "But I ask in vain for a few more moments, Time escapes me and flees; I say to this night: Be slower; and the dawn Will dissipate the night. "So let's love, let's love! of the fleeting hour, Let's hurry, let's enjoy! Man has no port, time has no shore; It flows, and we pass ! "

Please, don’t !

We are at the time of the balance sheets in this gripping story, I believe! We will soon know where these characters come from and where, possibly, will go (without us) to whom we have become attached and from whom we have learned certain elements of life that we did not yet know. The characters in the stories, like ourselves, cannot live forever, their story can only end, like ours. Fortunately, they will be able to live again under the gaze of new readers who will once again lend them their lives. But, I confess to you, I cannot help but have deep regrets about this imminent end.

Fortunately there is a very intelligent little man in this story and there are friends. Now at least one father is missing (maybe two) and, perhaps, a mother is missing too (maybe two)!