The Gift and My Grandfather’s Compass

Photo by Artak Petrosyan on Unsplash

Of course, I knew where I was, even in the darkness; the sound of the gravel beneath my feet shifting from a full-mouth crunch to a bare-tooth hiss as I moved from the steep beach to the road leading up by the pier.

Across the bay — beyond the slumbering hills — lightning flickered in the clouds.