The Traveller

[ongoing] ❝Dad, how did you meet Mum?❞ sniffled the thirteen year old boy.

He hesitated at first, then turned to face his sobbing son and replied, ❝Well, I can’t really say meet, it was much more a coincidence really. And when I ‘met’ her, I asked her what her name was. Of course, how stubborn she was, she refused; but after series of coincidental encounters, she finally gave up and pitied me for being such a beggar and told me her name . . . ❞

Henry looked at his father with wide eyes and hoped he would notice; but he didn’t. But his father was already preoccupied with some sort of trance to notice his son staring wide eye.❝Um, dad? What was her name?❞ Henry spoke rather loud to catch his father’s attention; which it did.

❝Sorry about that. What was I talking about- No wait, I remember. Well, she told me her name was the Traveler. ❞
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