• the_novel_idealist

4 September 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

He asked me to give you…” the elderly man began, rustling through his coat pocket. “This…”

Christopher stared down, confused, as the man passed him a small, timeworn, compass.

This?” Christopher mumbled, turning it in his hand. His father, multi-millionaire eccentric – no explanation for his estrangement, only this; what had he expected?

Why?” he asked, staring up at the man. “Why would he leave me anything, I haven’t seen him in years?

The man said nothing, but his eyes sparkled.

Turn it over,” he said gruffly, with a smile.

An etching on the back: Follow the dial son, for everything.