Today on Microdosing our prompt is COMPASS!
Write a story in 90 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
"I got this from you years ago, and for ages, I thought it was just a circle with a needle, never showing anything," Jeff said, looking at the compass in his hand.
"One day, when it finally moved, it pointed to Hailey here," as he continued, the words got stuck in his throat.
Jeff's new wife sniffled beside him; he grabbed her hand and raised the little artifact towards the sky.
"Thank you for showing me the right direction, even if you can't be here today, Dad."
Take my hand,
I can’t promise you that I’ll guide you to salvation,
but I will help you to find your path.
He, he who was once so broken
little boy lost,
standing upon the shoulders of giants
searching for direction,
heart a compass,
led blindly by hope.
Journeys are often tedious,
but made tolerable
by a loving hand,
united as they embark upon
roads less travelled
whispering of undiscovered adventures,
excitement within your heart.
I can’t promise you, my love,
that we won’t come across obstacles,
that dead ends may send us back miles,
but, as long as you want me
as long as you need me
I promise, to be your companion along this road called life.
The Compass Tinkerer
Little Harry Pinkledink was a compass tinkerer. Within the walls of his itsy bitsy shop (inside of a giant’s shoe), he would pinkle and dinkle away on the many broken compasses the villagers left with him.
All the while, he day dreamed of revenge. He envisioned all the inhabitants of Dinkydoo dying in a great fire as he watched from the skies, atop his trained eagle, Kawmadore. The sounds of the screaming from below would send him into an erotic fugue.
“Soon,” he whispered to his pet caterpillar, Mr. Squishypants. “So very soon…”