David Cummings

Linnie's Road

Linnie’s Road Linnie stood at the lone cedar desperately waiting for some semblance of hope. For three long, excruciating years she had walked the mile long path from the old house to the top of the road. She had come to know every rock under her bare feet on an intimate level and was now starting to resent the sultry summer sun that now oppressed her home with drought. That sun grew heavier as she drifted off into a haze, her mind beginning to run wild in the fog of memories.