Slice of Life: Chess



I sat down at the chess table, but rolled my eyes in Mom’s direction. “Chess isn’t really my game, Mom.”

She grinned across the table at me. “That’s the point.”

I snorted. “You’re a cruel woman, you know. Wanting to kick your own daughter’s butt at chess.”

“I have no idea what you could mean,” she said with an impish twinkle in her eye. “So, how are things with Tommy?”


“They’re good,” I said. I studied the board, trying to anticipate what Mom move would make if I moved my knight. “Oh, I was thinking of staying over at Alison’s next Friday. Would that be okay?”

Mom smiled at me. “That sounds great, Loralee. You two can have a girls’ night.”

“That’s what I was thinking. I figured we’d invite Nora, too. I’m not sure if she’ll come, though.”

“I hope she does. Hadley is always telling me she’s worried about Nora. She doesn’t really get out there, does she?”

“She’s shy, I guess,” I shrugged. “She likes being in her comfort zone.”

“I can understand that. Still, it’s healthy to leave the house and spend time with friends once and a while.” Mom suddenly grinned up at me. “Check mate.”

I gaped at the chess board. “But we just started!” How could I have lost so quickly?

Mom laughed softly. “I’ll tell you how it’s done.”

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One Response to Slice of Life: Chess

  1. Warren Pugh says:

    Much appreciated. Chess is everywhere is it not?


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