Eclipse

By Linda Jordan

Time for Brenda to downsize. Give up the big house and garden and move into a retirement cottage.

Tomorrow the big day happens. A lot of change rolled into one big package.

Something nags at her. She worries about the deadbeat neighbor’s tiny kitten.

A heartfelt story about the soul searching need to begin a new life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Dec 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463959190

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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Eclipse

Eclipse

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright © 2017 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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Eclipse

About the Author

Eclipse

Brenda walked down the sidewalk, breathing rapidly. Her early walk felt invigorating. The morning had that crisp dryness that only comes once summer moves toward fall. The leaves hadn’t begun to turn yet, not in this well-watered section of town. The air smelled fresh from the bay just over the hill.

Well, except for the rental next door, which she was nearing. The grass had turned straw yellow and even the rose bushes stood bare of leaves. There were no trees. The old cherry trees long since taken down. Everything was dead in that yard. The house badly needed painting. The renters were probably sleeping. They were always up till the middle of the night. It was a crack house. Cars coming and going all hours of the night and day. The police had been out several times, but hadn’t arrested anyone that she knew of. Certainly not the main residents.

Get out you little bastard! yelled one of the men from the doorway. Nobody wakes me up!

The skinny yellow-striped kitten ran outside and the door slammed after it. The kitten looked longingly at the door for a minute, then spotted her and ran down the sidewalk, mewing.

Brenda stopped and bent over to pet the tiny thing, just as she had every morning for the last week. Her back ached from all the work she’d been doing.