Jeff found an old chess set in the loft covered by decades of dust, forcing him to cough as he set it up on the dining room table.
Inside the cardboard box were sheets of paper containing chess moves written by an ancient biro.
He remembered their matches as he arranged the pieces on the board. He had only ever won once and now he chose black, playing a ghost.
Some half an hour later he exclaimed, “Checkmate!”
He was victorious yet yearned for those youthful games.
Inside the cardboard box were sheets of paper containing chess moves written by an ancient biro.
He remembered their matches as he arranged the pieces on the board. He had only ever won once and now he chose black, playing a ghost.
Some half an hour later he exclaimed, “Checkmate!”
He was victorious yet yearned for those youthful games.
