The Boy Who Fell from the Past
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A passage. This story is a passage. A chapter from my earliest adventures. A moment in time recounting the first time I traveled through time…or something like that. I may have been dimension hopping. We're still not certain. Anyway, I share this with you because it was also the first time (time, time, time…) I met Ezekiel and Jacob Trate, or any other member of the Trate family. I share this with you because it was the first time I met Frank. I share this with you because the whole deal was a portal full of fun (you'll get this joke once you start reading).
Anyway, open up and come on in. Let me introduce you to these folks. Believe it or not, they've likely saved your life at some point. They definitely saved mine.
I hope you enjoy our story.
Your friend,
Truant
Truant D. Memphis
Truant Memphis is your friend. He is also a writer and part-time fictional character. He was born and raised in Texas, then got the hell out of there and began wandering about, trying to save the Universe. He is married to Daffodil Fields, a character he created. They have two children. Dan Trate is their son through time-travel and adoption. Peaceful Dreaming Memphis (Sweet Pea for short) is their daughter. She happened the old-fashioned way. Truant loves you and wants you to be happy. Help him save the Universe.
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The Boy Who Fell from the Past - Truant D. Memphis
The Boy Who Fell from the Past
Copyright 2022 by TDM, Ink
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever including Internet usage, without written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, or events used in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, events or locales is completely coincidental.
Book design by Maureen Cutajar
www.gopublished.com
Content Editor: Daffodil Fields
Cover Design: Truant Memphis
Portal Consultant: Three Chord Monty
Research Director: Daniel Trate
Futurist: Steve
To Sarah Marcole Miller with love.
We’ll see you soon
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Elsewhere
Coming Soon
About the Author
Preface
This adventure was first transcribed by my godmother, Pooter, in the early to mid-1990’s of my true timeline (I think…), while I was out chasing my windmills. For what it’s worth, I’m not typically the sort who refers to oneself in the third person.
t.m.
1
Truant crashes into the water and sinks like a rock. After he gathers his bearings and swallows a mouthful of the nastiest, filthiest water he’s ever tasted, he struggles for the surface as tiny objects whizz by. Unprepared for plunging into water, his lungs scream for oxygen while he swims toward the surface with all the strength he can muster. Before reaching the surface, he feels a sharp pain in the back of his left leg. He stops swimming and grabs at his calf muscle. Everything goes black.
Our traveler wakes on his back, head propped, choking, and for some reason his left leg throbs like mad. After several minutes he remembers what happened. At least, he remembers that of which he’s aware. The portal.
I landed in water, he thinks. Eyes creak open on a man and a boy. The man guides a rudder. The boy looms over Truant, hair blowing in the wind. It’s a small boat, unlike any Truant’s seen and moving fast. The materials are patchworked together, forming a hull with a deep well in the center. The boy appears concerned and Truant quickly realizes he’d almost drowned.
I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.
An attempt to reply instead chokes more of the dirty water from Truant. The taste turns his stomach. Searching for the edge of the boat, he leans over the side and vomits. When he’s finished, he sinks back down and notices the blood leaving his leg.
Yeah, lie still. I’ll fix it for you. You weren’t breathing. Had to get the water out of you first. Don’t worry, it looks like a lot of blood but it’s not that bad.
The boy goes to work cleaning and bandaging the injured leg. When he pokes a gooey resin down into the hole, Truant passes out once more.
When Truant wakes again the boat idles, gently rocking back and forth. The man and the boy sit in front of him eating. Intently watching.
What happened?
I should ask you the same thing.
The man’s voice is deep, mercury flowing over gravel.
Sir, I don’t think you would believe me if I told you, but…
His words are broken by a coughing fit and the boy hands him a canteen.
You shouldn’t talk too much.
The boy speaks with food in his mouth and before he can say anything else the man quietly corrects him.
Thank you for helping me.
Gulping down his rations to appease his father, the young fella says, I think you swallowed a lot of that water. It’s not good for you. You’re probably going to get a real bad stomach ache.
Instinctively looking at his belly, Truant realizes he’s wearing more clothes than when he went through the portal. He pulls at a sleeve, inspecting it, then realizes his neck is wrapped and there’s weight on his head. A hat. Who’s hat?
My boy is a young man who travels with many hats and a grown man’s noggin. We pulled some clothes from your bag. You must stay covered in the sun. It’s not good for you.
Self-inspection complete, Truant turns eye to his rescuers. The boy is blond with long unruly hair. His face glows with childish chub. Behind the cheeky puff lies a strong resemblance to the man and, despite his father’s quip, what looks to be a fairly normal-sized head, though apparently large enough for one of his hats to fit Truant.
The man is bulky, a bit taller than Truant and handsome but haggard, with eyes like creeping time that speak to the burdensome weariness of long suffered pain. His hair is much darker than the boy’s, but their resemblance is still strong.
Further review of his rescuers exposes a style choice that frightens Truant. Guns. One under the man’s arm and two at his hips. Truant does not like guns. He returns his attention to the boy, who follows Truant’s eyes intently. The kid is armed as well.
Don’t worry,
says the boy. We should be safe now.
Where are we?
Michigan. Maybe Ohio. Somewhere about two hours south of Detroit City.
Detroit? Are we on…which one is it…Lake Erie? I don’t understand.
There’s nothing but water in all directions, as if they’re adrift upon an ocean.
These are the northern waters. We won’t make solid land until much further south.
Confusion blankets Truant’s face.
My name’s Jacob Trate, and that’s my dad, Ezekiel.
Truant looks to the man, who nods hello.
You may call me Zeke.
And you can call me Jake. I like it better. What’s your name?
Truant. Truant Memphis.
Memphis?
Jake responds with a smile. That’s a city.
Yes it is.
Are you from there?
Never even been to Tennessee that I know of.
You fell out of the sky. I didn’t see anything and then you just crashed into the water. Where did you come from?
Would it be okay if we get to that in a minute? I’m a little foggy. I promise I’ll try to explain, but…it might take me a little while to figure out how to say it.
His eyes move from Jake to Ezekiel. Is it okay if I ask a couple of questions?
Your eyes question the firearms.
There’s a brief softness in Zeke’s expression. Where are you from young man, that you are surprised to see weapons in the outer rim?
I’m from Texas. What’s an outer rim?
You’re clearly out of place. I figure you will explain that in fair exchange.
This feels more like an order from Zeke than a suggestion.
Suddenly adverse to eye contact, Truant resurveys his injured leg.
You were shot, but the bullet passed through safely. A surface wound. My son and I…well, for the time being you’re safe with us.
I was shot?
(He can’t not look up again on those words, right?) Who shot me? Why?
They were shooting at us. Now, this may seem unfair but before I discuss our situation further, a little information on your part.
Zeke casually taps the hammer of the gun on his right hip, outside of Jake’s view.
One more question please, if I may?
Zeke nods agreement.
What’s today’s date?
July the 12.
What year?
3023. What year would you have it be?
Zeke’s expression betrays a man who might be feeling jerked around.
Sir, like I said before, I’m afraid it will be hard for you to believe what I have to say.
If Truant’s voice lacks any sincerity, his face certainly does not.
You should try telling first, and then we will see.
Jake sits quietly, an intense expression of curiosity on his face. There are moments he appears to have something to add but he keeps his lip tight. Truant turns to him, as if looking at the young fellow will help ease the words from his mouth. Truant is, after all, still closer to being a boy than a man.
Sir, I think I’ve traveled through time.
Truant speaks with as much nerve as he can muster for words he knows any reasonable human would assume are complete bull schnitzel.
Whoa!
Jake can’t contain himself. Ezekiel maintains a stoic calm, perhaps muddled with quiet disbelief.
You think you’ve traveled through time?
Well, sir…
You may call me Zeke.
"Well, Zeke, I can’t think of a good reason why you would lie to me about what