Saving Miranda: A Love...Maybe Valentine eShort

Saving Miranda: A Love...Maybe Valentine eShort
Catherine Ferguson

The Serendipitous One: Part of the Love…Maybe ebook short story collection.Finding love isn’t always a walk in the park…Miranda falls head over heels for dynamic (but mysteriously absent) Rufus and his desire to rescue the planet, but has she really found her perfect match?A warm-hearted and humorous short story from the bestselling author of ‘Humbugs and Heartstrings’.***This is a short story, which you can also buy as part of the Love…Maybe Eshort Collection***

CATHERINE FERGUSON

Saving Miranda Part of the Love…Maybe Eshort Collection: The Serendipitous One

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Saving Miranda (#ulink_394f902f-9967-568c-b810-db2c01f9007c)

I’ve got that daft song lodged in my brain.

Always look on the bright side of life!

De-doo. De-doo-de-doo-de-doo.

It honestly couldn’t be less appropriate. Except if you take into account that when he sang it, Eric Idle was nailed to a cross. And I’m stuck up a tree.

So, same scary distance from solid earth.

I desperately need the loo but I can’t cross my legs because I’m balanced on the spindliest branch that will snap if I move an inch.

I’ve been stranded fifteen feet above the ground for what feels like hours. Every time the wind gets up and my perch starts to sway, I go rigid with shock and think: This is it! I’m going to die! I’m so numb with cold, I keep having visions of the latest Damart thermal-wear catalogue. And to top it all, hailstones the size of golf balls have just begun falling out of the sky and chipping at my head.

I risk a quick glance down and my head swims.

Always look on the bright side of—

Shut up, shut up!

Poppy ran off to get help. But how aware are eight-year-olds of the fragility of life? She could so easily have got distracted by a friend on the swings in the park or—

My heart leaps.

A familiar black car is travelling along the road that skirts the village green. It comes to a stop a hundred yards away, almost exactly level with my tree, and relief floods through me.

Thank God!

He gets out and I prepare to yell, ‘Up here! Up here!’ but a second later, the words freeze in my throat.

What I’m looking at makes my heart lurch with disbelief.

I clutch the branch more tightly as a wave of nausea floods through me.

*

One Week Ago

I’m lying in a blissfully deep bubble bath, eating a banana and sipping from a mug of builder’s strength Tetley’s, when the doorbell goes.

Bugger! Who …?

Perhaps I’ll pretend I’m out and just stay here luxuriating for a little while longer …