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A Rose for Remembrance
A Rose for Remembrance
A Rose for Remembrance
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A Rose for Remembrance

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Rose is a retired actress. Her life’s a shambles of lost opportunities. She’s called to Seattle when her estranged sister dies and Rose is named heir to the estate. Upon her arrival, Rose discovers her sister had secret after secret.
Each one more unbelievable than the last.
Readers of contemporary fantasy who want an upbeat story to read while they sip a cup of tea will enjoy this story.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 25, 2016
ISBN9781311155610
A Rose for Remembrance
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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 Rose for Remembrance - Linda Jordan

    A Rose for Remembrance

    by

    Linda Jordan

    Contents

    ~Begin Reading

    ~About the Author

    ~Copyright Information

    A Rose for Remembrance

    The house and especially the garden held an air of mystery about them. All the curtains were closed, leaving one to wonder what lay inside.

    The front garden path was straight and made of solid concrete. Uninteresting. But paths with stepping stones disappeared in between large bushes both to the right and the left. She could see that they wove around among the trees and more bushes. But to where?

    She wanted to follow them, but now was not the right time.

    There would be time later.

    Rose Burns clung tightly to the railing as she climbed the wooden steps of the decades old green painted house. The railing felt solid.

    She didn’t.

    The sun blazed down on her. It felt hot and the air was humid. She was sweating and used her free hand to pat at her damp face. Even in her red sleeveless blouse, black skirt, hose and black heels, she felt too hot.

    She just didn’t deal well with heat well anymore.

    The young black cabbie followed her, carrying all her luggage. He was kind enough to give her time to wobble up the three steps to the large wrap-around porch.

    At the top, she opened up her purse, with shaking hands. Her hands always shook these days. That hadn’t always been the case. Once she’d been strong and young. And stunningly beautiful.

    Those days were long gone.

    She took out the keys that had been sent to her by Dolores’ attorney and inserted the first one in the lock. It didn’t work. She tried the next one, which did.

    Rose opened the door and cool air flowed out of the house at her. So did the smell of lemon furniture polish. Even though Dolores couldn’t possibly have cleaned for over two months.

    Who knew what kind of shape she’d been in before the car accident killed her.

    Rose stepped over the threshold and the cabbie followed her, bringing all her worldly possessions.

    She pulled out her wallet for the cab fare and as generous a tip as she could manage. Which wasn’t much.

    Thank you Ma’am, he said, in an accent she could barely understand.

    Where had he said he’d come

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