The Writing Life

…a literary journey

219 Words. Friday Morning.


chess

Friday morning.

Your move.

I know, it may be too much like a science for you. You’re an artist. You act off the cuff; live off the grid.

Watch them.

Deliberate moves; demanding reflection, patience.

If I make this move, what move will you make? Is it a safe move? Will it give me the upper hand I hope for, or will it allow you to take advantage of my choice?

Does an upper hand matter off the board?

I’d bet they are willing to sit there together longer to play their game than you and I sat up in bed talking, and then sat on the overpriced tufted couch in the counselor’s office.

Wait.

We didn’t

do either.

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