Caroline Rodrigue

Stories from Caroline Rodrigue

Saturday, April 27th, 2013

The trees on either side of her appeared black in the waning moonlight. She continued walking along the path, scarcely discernible through the overgrown brush and the dark canopy above. Pushing through the thicket, she heard the lap of the water up ahead. Stopping at the edge of the trees, looking out over the loch, Ciara reached down and pulled a small blade from her boot. Methodically she scanned the rocky shoreline, searching. There we are. She crossed to the far side of the bank where the patch of purple heather flourished along the bank and, pulling the blossoms aside, she began to hack at the base from the stems where they branched off of the primary root. Collecting several handfuls she rose slowly, tucking them away in her satchel.