Scheduled Disappearances

By Linda Jordan

Lila’s trying to build her landscaping business, please her clients and survive her life. But something is undoing all her work. Will she be able to catch it in the act?
There’s something in the garden and it’s not friendly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Mar 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311020246

Linda Jordan

Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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Scheduled Disappearances

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Linda Jordan

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~Scheduled Disappearances

~About the Author

Scheduled Disappearances

It all started with the rain. Day after day of steady fall rain. Mushing up the crimson and golden mounds of leaves into piles of brown glop. And there will still a lot more leaves to come down, this was just the beginning. Slugs decorated the garden, forming twosomes around cloudy gel blobs of eggs before they slimed off to devour more plants. Lila breathed in the scent of moist earth and rotting wood. Mushrooms blossomed abundantly. The air grew cooler.

Still it rained on.

She gave in and stiffly pulled her calf high rubber boots on over her jeans. There was no denying it any more. Fall was here. It was early October. The rains had begun and the sun might not surface again until February, for a brief few days, and then be gone until May.

Her body still ached from yesterday’s heavy work, despite ibuprofen and an epsom salt bath last night. She just wanted to fire up the wood stove, sit around and drink tea and peruse plant catalogs. That wouldn’t happen.

The fall rains were good for her business. Her client list always exploded when the rains came. Fall was the best time to move plants and so she saved a lot of that work until then.

She’d seen Max off to work and gotten the kids on the bus. The normal morning fiasco of pushing them to put a vegetable in their lunch and making sure homework, library books, clean gym clothes, etc. made it off to school with them. By the time they were gone, she felt worn out.

But no luck. She had a job to