David Cummings
speaker
3,576 appearances
20 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 2d ago
David Cummings’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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All other routes to East Marion were winding and inefficient.
A woman who went by the name of Bonnie, whether or not this is her real name does not matter, had taken up temporary encampment outside the East Marion Wawa.
The employees of the gas station needed to shoo the wandering woman away before the town's exciting day could begin.
Upon leaving the trash-riddled gas station pavement, Bonnie made her way down Main Street.
On this day, the road was particularly busy, with the residents frantically preparing for the East Merion Mother's Day Parade.
Despite her sunken eyes and drooping jowls, the residents of East Marion were friendly to Bonnie's face, keeping their true judgments hidden within.
Martha Moore waved one hand while the other clasped a child's hand.
Kathy Jackson shouted from across the street, pushing a pram.
Don't let the folks here overwhelm you.
Bonnie wasn't able to reply before Delia Owens hurried off, scolding a young boy pretending to have a sword fight on a skateboard.
These were not the only children that Bonnie could see.
Kids of all ages bound around the town center playing and crying and yelling as kids do.
Their similarity in appearance to one another was striking, but Bonnie did not care enough to notice.
The three-story glass clock tower of the East Merion Credit Union struck noon, and the bell's jingle echoed throughout the small town square.
This hypnotic little tune brought about a sense of belonging and hope for every resident of East Merion.
For Bonnie, though, it simply reminded her that now might be a good time to eat, as her stomach grumbled loud enough that everyone nearby might hear.
Inside the small and fairly empty East Marion Diner, the drifting woman ate eggs and bacon, scalding her mouth not once, but twice on the burnt coffee.
Bonnie said no to the waitress, that she was just passing through and that she hoped to leave before things got busy.
In the far corner of the diner, sitting in a cramped booth outside of Bonnie's line of sight, the only other patron spun a padlock on his finger as he observed the drifter.
While Bonnie scraped the last vestiges of scrambled eggs from a scuffed ceramic dish, the ladies of East Marion bustled outside.
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