Paths collide

Page 51… in a fiction series.

Neil Lipman walked out of Tommy’s Gotcha, kicking stones in the parking lot.  This was stressful.  He climbed into his truck, placed the file on the seat beside him, and popped in a cassette.  Lipman did the “Macarena” all the way back to Charlevoix.  That song always brought him luck.  He had no idea what Miranda was up to, but he had to find her fast.  Ramano was clear about that.

Miranda walked out of the office, a quiet spring in her step.  Her next meeting with Emerson James Tiller was foremost on her mind .  She climbed into her car, placed her briefcase on the seat beside her, and put in a CD.  The overture to the opera, “Tannhauser,” always inspired her.  She had no idea whether Tiller was going to hire her, but she was optimistic.  The furthest thing from her mind was Neil Lipman.

For lack of a better plan, Lipman made it back to Charlevoix in record time and headed for his post near the lady’s room.  He didn’t know where else to go.  Miranda drank a large diet Coke on the way home and made it back to Charlevoix in record time.  She headed for the lady’s room– she really did have to go. 

When the two collided in the parking lot at the marina building, it was a surprise to them both.  For the first time, Miranda got a closer look at her stalker.  She was certain he was the fiend who robbed her boat.  And Neil got a look at his nemesis, dressed up in a business suit and glowing.  He thought it was a nice look after months of the long-suffering red snowsuit.

Miranda was face to face with Neil’s shaggy beard.  Without his trappers hat and dark glasses to disguise him, he looked like a regular guy.  (He was glad he had brushed out the crumbs.)  Neil was a stout man with a friendly smile.  He was rugged and unkempt, probably a tradesman or factory worker when times were better.  Perhaps he was unemployed.  Maybe he wasn’t a spy after all.

Sprinting across a light dusting of snow in the parking lot, Miranda dashed around the corner of the building and down the path to the lady’s room.  Neil climbed back into his pick-up truck, and popped in the cassette.  He was baffled by what just happened, but had to stay focussed while he thought about his next move. This unexpected event disturbed him.  And he didn’t have a “next move.”  Even the “Macarena” couldn’t assuage him.

Miranda, however, could not afford to be distracted. 

When she returned to Petoskey in the morning for another meeting with Tiller, she hoped she would learn the mysterious nature of his business, and most importantly, that she got the job.  She was also dying to know why there was a big fake dog in the lobby, and how he got his picture taken with the president.

When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.  Proverbs 11:2 (NIV)

Miranda made a note not to gloat.

 

To be continued…

*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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14 Responses to Paths collide

  1. .endtransmission. says:

    I can’t wait to hear more about Tiller!! This Lipman guy is a jerk. Macarena? Not in my truck, sister.

    • Linda says:

      I figured that. No Macarena for you, e.t.

      Tiller rocks and rules Miranda’s career. She still visits him every Thanksgiving to express her gratitude. He saved her life. Enough for now… : )

  2. Linda, You have no idea how perfect your closing verse was today. Just what I needed to be reminded of. Peace, Linda

    • Linda says:

      Me and all my characters needed a humility reference, too. Sometimes searching verses by keyword is so interesting because it packages a topic within the Bible in a different way. It’s my first time using online Bible resources and I really like it! : )

  3. Theresa says:

    I just can’t get over what a great writer you are!

    Hugs,
    Theresa

    • Linda says:

      Good writer… you would know. My project is sustaining me these days. It’s good to wake up and have something to look forward to. : )

      Btw… congrats on “Logan’s Run”, and thanks for the nice compliment.

  4. Larry Who says:

    “…She was also dying to know why there was a big fake dog in the lobby…”

    Yeah, why is there a fake dog in the lobby? We need to know now.

    Okay, I’m ready. Let’s turn the page.

  5. ann says:

    Oh man… my cheeky comment didn’t help one bit. lol. I am still right here waiting. :-)

    I have tons to do, Linda, but I like ducking in here for a refresher every now and then. Miranda helps me to keep my mind off the pressure-filled days.

    God bless you, sister-friend. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.

    Still on-the-edge-of-my-seat, :-)
    ann

    • Linda says:

      Comic relief, perhaps? I’m very flattered! : )

      I know you’re busy, and I’m always happy to see you here.

      Hugs and blessings to you, Ann. : )

  6. Debbie says:

    I love that Miranda is on to something good. Now, how do we get rid of Lipman? Love the picture you found . . .reminded me of the Shaggy Dog movie. teehee! And the verse . . .wow! A great one for me too, all the time. God bless you as you write and bless us!

    • Linda says:

      ZAP!!$% POW!!@# Lipman is outta here! Not really. Even though he’s an odd duck, there is still evidence of his role in the final scenes, even today. Hope all is well… so good to see you! : )

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