MICK’S LITTLE DETOURS Read the short story

FICTION & PLAY · MICK DUNDEE

The biscuit
compass.

A map with opinions.
A magpie with your hat.
Room to get pleasantly lost.

A MAP WITH OPINIONSField notes, apparently
An imaginary camp with a crumb track, a hat tree, a dry creek, a ferry, a patch of shade, and first-star hill.
YOU ARE HERECampThe compass has found your pocket.
THE AFTERNOON BEGINS

One biscuit. Excellent navigation.

The compass points at your left pocket. You take out a biscuit. The needle follows it.

“Well,” you say. “At least we agree on something.” The map makes a small, offended noise.

The map would quite like to be consulted.

IN YOUR POCKETS
  • 1 biscuit
  • 1 compass
Trail notebook Just setting out
  1. One biscuit. Excellent navigation.
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