A flash fic I wrote for ChooseYourStory. Original post.

A Chess Game On A Cloudy Day(463 words)

  "E5, your move." The man across me said.

  "I know," I replied with a smile, "F4. Your move."

  "Hmm." He pondered for a moment. "A difficult opening. To use and to play that is."

  The man bent over the table looking at me.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  The clouds disappeared, the table and chairs were gone. The only things left were me and the old man.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing?" I asked.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  But I knew exactly what he was saying.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  I could never forget those words.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  His last words.

  -----

  "See you tomorrow!" I call after my new friend before she leaves. "Don't forget the 10 dollars you owe!"

  "Oh shut it!" She calls back playfully as she walks back to her house.

  I smile as I walk home from school knowing that I'd get to play with her again.

  As I enter my house I greet my mom and tell her about my day.

  "I told you so!" She cheerfully tells me, "Moving isn't the end of the world!"

  "She did tell me I'd get new friends didn't she." I think to myself silently while pouting.

  The two of us finish up the day and go to sleep together.

  -----

  "E5, your move." The man across me said. What?

  "I know," I replied with a smile, "F4. Your move." Why did I smile? Why did I say that?

  "Hmm." He pondered for a moment. "A difficult opening. To use and to play that is." No. Oh no.

  The man bent over the table looking at me.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  The same words again.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  He loved bluffing me with that. Telling me to take back my move.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  I love it, even if I hated it at the time.

  -----

  I wake up. My ears are ringing.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  I see the man. My father.

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  He's holding a gun to my head. Mom isn't here.

  Dad left us long ago. Mom discovered that he did some pretty bad things before. And he kept doing it.

  "Tell me."

  I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it.

  "Please."

  I tried to bring him back with us, to get him to stay.

  "Don't leave. I'll always follow you."

  And he told me:

  "You sure you don't want to take that back?"

  Gunshot.

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