♟ — Eyes flicked over pieces scattered — fleet soldiers in a silent battalion, ❝Mh — Have since I was just a little kid. Exercises the mind without having to exercise anything else.❞
❝Plus, it’s not bad for the ego.❞
“Your ego—no?”
Now would be the time to form an amiable smile but she is too tired, the new round of medication was taking its toll on her stamina and would continue to until her organism became accustomed to it.
“I’m not sure I remember all the rules—”
Beginning simply she moves her opening King’s pawn two squares forward.
Spanish game.
♟ — Glancing forward, drinking in waxen flesh and jaded eyes, meant to be willingly burned on a suppressed flame. While this woman was by no means his mother, only a gleaming example of what arose from genetic corruption, she —- breathed.
She was concrete. Fading away, drowning in her own private ocean, but still within reach.
❝Not winning something so simple as a game can be a way of bringing out the worst in people – anger, self reproach – therefore, doing the opposite and coming out on top – – tends to have reverse results…❞
A multitude of possible queries drowned his tongue - how are you feeling? Any new developments? … … Instead?
❝– Three more turns and you would’ve lost, anyway.❞
