Time Traveler to Next Door by Guler Zeytun

Author:Guler Zeytun [Zeytun, Guler]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-05-04T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Dad was st ll n bed when I le home the next morn ng, so there were no awkward quest ons as to why I'd dressed n jeans and Converse nstead of my usual school un form.

Outs de, Rupert was wa t ng on the corner n what appeared to be a school blazer, h s shoulders hunched aga nst the ch lly morn ng a r. I frowned nstead of sm led when I caught up to h m, gnor ng h s pol te greet ng.

"Rupert, I know you probably th nk we dress l ke tramps n the twenty-f rst century, but I really th nk you'd be warmer f you nvested n one of these bad boys." I plucked at the mater al of my faded Jack W lls hood e.

He m rrored my frown. "What's the hood for? A su t of armour?"

I rolled my eyes and we chuckled.

"I do however, rather fancy a pa r of those worker's trousers."

"Worker's trousers?" I asked, as we crossed the road to the bus stop. "Yes, l ke the ones you're wear ng. Though not qu te so t ght obv ously. It doesn't do for a man to wear h s trousers too t ght." H s eyes w dened, and he flushed a v olent shade of cr mson. "My apolog es," he stuttered. "I somet mes forget that I'm n the company of a lady."

"Oh, thanks a lot."

He gr nned sheep shly. "You know what I mean." A few m nutes later, n a cloud of exhaust fumes, the bus pulled up at the s de of the road. Thankfully t was too early to encounter anyone I went to school w th. Nonetheless, we took seats

downsta rs at the back, between an elderly man clutch ng a tartan shopper and a woman n a trouser su t.

Not want ng to draw attent on to ourselves, we barely spoke for the whole journey nto Hawchester. A couple of t mes, I glanced across at Rupert. The melancholy of yesterday had melted from h s features, h s blue eyes sharp and focused beh nd h s glasses. He tapped a foot mpat ently on the floor each t me the bus stopped. I could tell he was as exc ted by what we m ght f nd at the l brary as I was.

There were less people m ll ng around the c ty centre than yesterday. A scent of roasted chestnuts laced the cr sp morn ng a r. The un vers ty l brary was s tuated n the old part of town, next to the r ver. The campus tself had moved some t me ago and was now s tuated further North near the hosp tal.

We took our t me p ck ng our way through the cobbled streets, Rupert humm ng a tune under h s breath. Today, nstead of cont nu ng forward past the market cross we

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