A Breath from Elsewhere

By Linda Jordan

Stuck waiting for a bus, Megan cannot make it to her blind date on time. Her messy life leaves no time for romance.

She struggles to do her work and live. Seattle, inundated with flooding, seems like a surrealistic dream.

Megan sees a stranger who makes her blood pulse and thoughts go fuzzy just looking at him. Why does he hold power over her?

Can he be the one she searches for?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Feb 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393065678

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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A Breath from Elsewhere

A Breath from Elsewhere

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright © 2011 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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A Breath from Elsewhere

About the Author

A Breath from Elsewhere

I hated winter. And today was only the first day. I rushed through the downpour, my raincoat trapping in too much heat. Unzipping it, my face felt flushed. The streets filled with crowds in the dusky light. I pulled out my phone to check the time. Only 4:15 in the afternoon.

I ran for the bus, an express which would get me home on time, the doors slapped shut and it pulled away. I’d missed it by half a block. Damn. Stomping my foot, only succeeded in splashing cold water up my pant's legs.

Still, I stomped again, wishing I had a life. The universe didn’t seem to feel I needed one. I disagreed.

I plunked down on the empty bench inside the bus stop, by the Pergola, pushing the dripping hair out of my eyes. Taking deep breaths, I tried to come up with a viable option. Going on a blind date in my sweaty clothes and heavy field boots wasn’t one of them. I’d had a rare on-site visit today and was covered