A Game of ChessA Story by quillofthothIn a library an old man sits down to play chess.An old man sits at a table with a chess board in front of him. A young girl sits on a bench, phone in front of her messaging her friend in France. The old man picks up a printed packet of paper with shaking hands. After staring at the packet for a long minute, the old man puts it down he moves a pawn on one side forward two squares. The girl leans forward as though she were in a high-speed race instead of a library. Next comes the horse, that magical piece that even the queen can’t copy its move. Jumping out past the pawns that would block other pieces. The girl shakes her head at the phone and glancing at the old man playing against himself remembers for a moment her older brother teaching her to play. The man’s shaking hands knock over a few piece and painstakingly he places them back up. The girl turns her turns her attention back to her phone she smiles to herself as she types a response. The pawn takes a pawn, the horse takes the pawn. The man’s hands tremble worst than before, he looks around perhaps wondering if there is someone who would play with him. The girl is intent on her phone now; her friend sent her a video she had to watch. The man’s trembling hands start to pick up, first putting the packet away, then taking handfuls of pieces and dropping them back in the box, had anyone been listening they would have heard the sound of dreams breaking as the pieces hit the bottom of the box. © 2017 quillofthothFeatured Review
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