Teacher- Part 1

"Where do they come from? The stories I mean."

The man sitting under the peach tree smoked his pipe giving no indication of hearing the question. The young boy fidgeted, reaching up to scratch an itch on his nose that had slowly been driving him mad in his attempts to ignore it.

"The stories come from everywhere."

The quietly spoken words startled the boy, itch forgotten. The man continued to smoke his pipe in a thoughtful manner as if the stories would come from his very pipe if he were still enough, thoughtful enough. At least, this is how it appeared to the boy. The man was simply enjoying his smoke.