Page 54… in a fiction story
The mornings were cold and the pier was long. Miranda carried her good shoes down the dock in a tote bag, trudging through ice and snow. Spring was no where in sight. She thought about the Bible, grateful to have a good job. But sometimes she wondered: If God is good, why did he allow her boat to get robbed? Was she being punished for the money she got from ex-boyfriend Charlie Fine? And if accepting money from Charlie was really that bad, why did God drop the perfect job right in her lap?” She had alot of questions…
Miranda liked going to work. While her official title was, “Special Projects Manager,” she was basically Tiller’s assistant. Wherever he went, Miranda followed, with a clipboard, tape recorder, and a new red lipstick in her pocket.
Oh, how she had missed the world of paychecks and pretty things! After months of living like a drunken sailor, she was happy to see a girl’s face when she looked in the mirror. Never again would the lady at the Wendy’s drive-thru hand her a cheeseburger and say, “Thank you, sir.” And unlike the old Miranda, she opened a bank account and started to save.
Miranda stayed late at the office, curled up with a technical manual and a big bag of M&M’s in her lap. She was studying biometric technology for access control, verses biodynamic signature technology with its genetic and physiological components. It was hard to imagine access recognition based on breathing and brain activity, but Tiller had a client who was interested. Miranda figured if she could learn how to rewire an old fuse box from 30 to 50 amp (without killing herself), maybe she could understand this, too.
She agonized over the nights she wasted with Charlie Fine, the reckless pirate they called Judas. She hoped and prayed the lessons she learned would be lasting, that nothing would draw her back to that life. Their time together was a revolting reminder of what not to do to become a Proverbs 31 woman.
Even looking back on her years with Harry, Miranda couldn’t deny that his wealth gave her a false sence of security. Moving from a suburban palace to a lake of snow taught her that even a girl could ride out the storm. She learned about courage, friendship, and how to use power tools. Though no one would ever take the place of Harry Stowe, Miranda wondered if she might get married again someday. But since she worked late every night and didn’t have a boyfriend, that was not an immediate concern.
Maybe reading her Bible was changing the way she looked at things. Who could say?
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Proverbs 31:25-27 (NIV)
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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