“There; true North.” He said the stars were compasses, but his Abyssus, a compass of the heart, never needed them. Together, they’d delivered fish, chased storms, saved lost souls.
He paused, exhaled, gaze lost at sea—like Abyssus.
On they sail, passing unassumingly through a world too directionless to notice.
Emma is a recent high school graduate who enjoys exploring worlds through writing short stories and her wildlife blog. She will be starting college in the fall and is excited about studying new literary works as well as other subjects.