Rebecca Caldwell
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Screenwriter from Melbourne, Australia
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Alley Cat
The Man stood in the alleyway behind the bakery, rain beating down on his dirty clothing. Blood was dripping from the crook of his arm, snaking down his wrist and falling from his fingers in tiny red droplets. He watched the drops hitting the puddles at his feet. If this was a movie, he’d see the blood vividly stain the water as it hit. This was no movie.
By Rebecca Caldwell4 years ago in Fiction
Killing Time With Gratitude
Coming home for the holidays was always a bittersweet trip. Sweet; to visit old friends and eat all of your mother’s food. Bitter; to reopen wounds of something you had left behind. This year, Layla was only able to see her family for a few days. Having flown in two weeks before, she had been in compulsory quarantine due to the pandemic. Layla didn’t want to be away from ‘home’ for too long, so she only allowed 3 days after her quarantine period to visit.
By Rebecca Caldwell5 years ago in Humans
