The Trickle is a story about complacency and a loss of innocence.
“It was cold, so cold at night, sleeping under my bush. It was so cold that some nights I couldn’t sleep at all.”
“Prisons are lonely places and penitentiaries are worse. These places are filled with guards and convicts and the only difference between them is that one group is on one side and one group is on the other”
“Come, let me show you a picture of my father, she said to her new friend as she took his arm and led him into the hallway.”
“In most short stories there is an element of truth. Truth gleaned from life’s experiences and our perceptions of the larger world around us.”
A Short Story by Richard Wallace
He looked out slowly, as though looking had become something of a physical activity, like going for a walk.