Saturday, June 22, 2013

Bishop to G3

‘Queen to E5’

‘I heard you the first time.’

‘Well, you didn’t acknowledge me,’ said the voice from the speakerphone.

‘I was thinking.’

‘Panicking more like.  You’re in trouble now, John.’

‘Maybe.’  He stared at the board and the ivory figures, his head in his hands, hair sticking up through fingers.

‘Come on.’

‘Dad, will you let me think.’

‘How about you call me back when you want to resign, the roses need pruning.’

‘How about you be quiet and patient?’

‘You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?’

‘No.  Bishop to G3.’

‘Huh.  Oh.’

‘Now who’s panicking?’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

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