Questioning the Stranger

are you a time traveler from the future or from the past? He stared at me. You guess, he said. I guessed from the future. He nodded. Why had he told me? What was the goal? He was a stranger. I began to walk away. He reached out and touched my arm. Don’t you want to know your great-great-great-grandson? He asked me. I sat on a bench, ready to learn.