A farcical opening has me down a rook, two pawns and in check with the game 10 moves old. Only one way back.
‘Esther was asking after you this morning.’
As casual as you like. Don’t look up, let him soak in the information.
Come for the flash fiction and short stories. Stay for the sense of wonder at deriving meaning from weird symbols on a screen
Tag: chess
Star-Crossed
He waits, obedient. To his right are three more, identical, until he marches alone and there she is, as ever. He inches forwards, to where white becomes black. They smile. ‘Perhaps this time will be […]
Just Punch The Clock 