(Play "in Case I Fall for You" by Black Sea Dahu)
She looked at the broken watch on hew wrist again. Twenty minutes. Her thumb had been in the air for twenty agonising minutes but no one seemed to stop. No one seemed to even notice the young girl on the empty road, walking all alone and looking absolutely exhausted.
It had been a week. Eight days to be exact. The first one to pick her up was a guy named Evan. About her age, pale, with fiery red hair and a nose, too big for his small face. He didn't say much throughout the three-hour journey. He briefly told her about his aunt and how amazing she was, about her cherry cake that he loved so much as a kid. He was going to her funeral. Sad to see the people closest to you go. He felt guilty. He didn't pick up when she called him 3 days before her passing. The no-phone policy at his job stopped him. Then he forgot about the call and now he will live with it for the rest of his life. Not being able to hear her voice, not being able to say goodbye. He quit his job.
A grey truck interrupted Tamsin's train of thoughts. She had a lot of thoughts rush trough her mind these days. She used to talk to herself in her mind quite often, but now that she was all alone, the only person she could talk to was herself, so sometimes she did it out loud.
There was a man in the truck, with calm eyes and a bald head, but his face was covered with a long, grey beard. Next to him sat a little boy, not older than 4. Tamsin stared at them for a few seconds- they didn't look alike, they didn't look like a father and his son. She was concerned which was probably why she rushed to the car and got in. Maybe the boy was in trouble. Maybe she could help? She learned the truth soon after.
This was Fred, the boy's uncle. The little guy was named after his late father- Daniel. He was an orphan. Fred and his mother Olivia took care of the poor boy. He looked too young to understand. But Tamsin knew he did. They dropped her off at a gas station, about 300 km from where they picked her up. She didn't want to go, she liked them. But they were headed home to have a warm dinner that Daniel's grandmother prepared. "Home, such a beautiful word"- Tamsin though.
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We Will Run (David Thewlis)
General FictionYoung Tamsin Caddel escapes an abusive father in a search of a happy place, a place she could call home. On her way to contentment, she meets strangers and each of them gives her a long-lasting impact by telling her stories about their life. Stories...
