#WritePhoto ‘The Chess Game’ #FlashFiction #300Words

The Chess Game

“This year we’re having a different Christmas,” my grandmother said as she moved her pawn to the side, capturing mine.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

She pushed her glasses up and raised her eyebrows. “I had to, didn’t I?”

“You could have ignored it.” I sulked.

She chuckled. “And let you capture mine?”

“Why not? I’m only nine. Most of my friends can’t even play chess.”

“You’ll never learn if I let you win all the time. Anyway, it’s only a pawn.”

She was right, but I didn’t like being little. The grown-ups were all smarter than I was, and it really annoyed me.

“Come on, Tom, it’s your turn.”

I moved my knight. “So what’s new about this Christmas?” My grandmother always came up with great ideas for games and outings.

She showed me a picture of green fields and snow-covered hills. “I’m renting a cottage right here, for the weekend.”

My jaw dropped. It was in the middle of nowhere. “Are we all going?”

She moved her queen. “Of course! It’s Christmas. There’s a real log fire and plenty of hiking trails, and board games to play in the evenings!”

My parents would never agree to staying at such an isolated place. They were always working or going out with friends.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Don’t you like the idea?”

It would be nice to spend a few days alone with my parents and grandmother. That hadn’t happened in ages. “I think it’s a great idea, Granny!” I said as I captured her pawn with my knight.

“Pay attention!” she said as she captured my knight with her queen.

I sighed hoping she’d be as good at convincing my parents to stay at the cottage as she was at playing chess.

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This piece of flash fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Join in or read other entries here!

Ariel, coloured by my granddaughter, Elsa.

 

Friday Fictioneers #FlashFiction ‘Checkmate’ or ‘The Miracle’ #100words

This is my belated entry to Rochelle’s weekly Fiction Challenge.  A hundred words to write a story with the picture prompt she provides. Thank you to PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand for This week’s picture.

Something wonderful has happened this week. As a result of all your comments, I’ve tweaked my flash, because I realised I’d given the completely wrong idea of Alica and Billy’s relationship. I know them so well, I forget readers might not remember or have read previous flashes. Each flash should be able to stand on its own. I need to remember that, so here are both flashes, the old one, Checkmate and the new one The Miracle.

Thank you for letting me know your thoughts. It helps me improve my writing.

PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

‘Checkmate’

Billy moved his bishop and sighed. ‘Checkmate.’

Alice pouted. ‘It’s about time. I won the last three games.’

‘Who cares?’ He said setting the pieces back on the board. ‘I just like watching you plan and execute your moves.’

Alice felt a knot rise up her throat. ‘It’s a miracle that you’re my best friend, Billy.’

His brow furrowed. ‘I wouldn’t be anyone else’s best friend, not ever.’

‘But suppose I had been born in a third world country, thousands of miles away, in a poor, illiterate family…’   

‘You’re such a bad loser, Alice. That’s why I always let you win.’

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The Miracle

Billy moved his bishop. ‘Checkmate.’

Alice smiled. ‘It’s about time. I won the last three games.’

‘Who cares?’ He smiled setting the pieces back on the board. ‘I just like watching you plan and execute your moves.’

Alice felt a knot rise up her throat. ‘It’s a miracle that you’re my best friend, Billy.’

His brow furrowed. “A miracle?”

‘Suppose I had been born in a third world country, thousands of miles away, and lived on an old boat…”

He squeezed her hand “It’s a miracle I won and I wouldn’t be anyone else’s best friend, not ever.”

She kissed his cheek. “Rematch?”

 

All my ‘Alice’ flash fiction stories, written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge, can be read as standalones, but if you’d like to read previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are!