Trickle

They came here every day, regardless of if the sun was shining down on them, the sky was hidden by clouds, or rain drenched them. This was their routine and they were going to keep it that way.

Ever since they could remember, they had gone to that spot and sat there, together, sometimes talking, other times laughing, occasionally in silence - but it was always together. Of course they loved each other, they were siblings, but when they were here, no matter the circumstances, they were together.

The water always trickled below their feet - regardless of time of year. It was cool and refreshing, clean, and clear. In the summer months, even the shade of the trees above weren't enough to protect them from the heat, leaving the water as their last escape to cool down. It had taken a few years, but the younger one could finally let her feet dangle into the water. She was proud she no longer had to cheat to the front of the bench on order to submerge her toes. She was growing up quickly. They both were.

They swore their father had built the swing for them when they were both very little, before he had passed, and this was the spot where they could still spend time with him.

Everyday there were there. Everyday they would swing on the bench.

It could have been the wind nudging them back and forth - but they knew it was their father.


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This photo was taken from a documentary produced by Ridley and Tony Scott that premiered and has since played on youtube, called "Life in a Day."

It is a documentary generated completely by viewers, shot all over the world, about, well, "a life in a day" around the globe.

Check out the trailer, it's really unique and genuine: