The Story of Linnie, Epilogue.

The girl she stumbled across was smaller than her. Only a teenager, with a camera in hand, and a look of unease all over her face. She told Linnie she’d been driving with a friend, and they’d pulled over once they realized they’d driven down the same street four times. They’d been traveling in a straight line. They got separated from each other.

She’d been lost for hours. She asked Linnie for her help.

Linnie blacked out, from the resulting anxiety attack.

When she awoke, she was lying with her cheek pressed to the pavement, a sense of calm, and her hands covered in blood.

She woke up next to a mural, finger-painted entirely in red. And that is how Linnie’s story began.