The Traveller

Jeremy cursed as he tripped and almost fell on the pavement.

He looked back, and gave the offending tile a sharp glare. He then gritted his teeth and hurried away.

There’s no use having a staring contest against rocks and things.

man in brown coat and gray backpack posing for a photo
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The day was bright and sunny, yet the sun was not as blaring hot.

Jeremy fished his phone from his pockets and checked the time. It was half past eight. He’s terribly late.

He rounded the corner and began to sprint. It was a bit difficult to do with a backpack full of clothes and things, but he had no choice.

Run, he must.

“Hey, you made it!” a kid, wearing a conical red party hat on his head said with a wide grin on his face.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Balloons and a large, colorful banner decorated the yard. To the left was a table filled with food, in the center of which was a cake topped with a figure standing in a heroic pose.

“Glad you could make it.” A woman said as she handed him a party hat.

“Oh, hey mom. Yeah, I had to take a little detour off of my trip.”

He took off his backpack and placed it on a chair.

“Worth all the effort, though, just for seeing that little bugger’s face.” Jeremy chuckled.

“He really looks up to you, you know? He’d want to be just like you when he grows up.”

Jeremy looked down at the party hat he was holding.

“He shouldn’t be like me… I wouldn’t be like me, if I had the choice.”

“But, aren’t you having fun with your work?”

“Yeah, that’s probably the only good part about my life now… He really should not try to be like me… If there’s anything I want for him, I want him to be better than me.”


Jeremy’s eyes shot wide open from the shock of being slapped on the shoulders.

“Easy, there, kid. You turned your life around. You struggled, and made it.”

Jeremy grinned, and gave a soft chuckle.

“Now, go out there and spend some time with your son, alright?”


Author: jomz

Web Designer and Developer, Graphic Artist. Writer.

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