Circle bottom right, fairly innocuous. Hope he doesn’t cross the centre, let’s see if we can have some fun here!
Cross, bottom left! Alright!
Circle, middle right. I hope he thinks I’m naive.
Cross, middle right. Stupid idiot! You’ve handed the game to me. Circle, top left. Haha, I win!
Cross, top mid! Is he really an idiot? Looks like it. Buddy, you take the next move. Cross, top right.
Buddy boy, you should be embarrassed! I move my wrist in a lazy arc as the centre box is filled with a circle.
I lift my head and stare straight into the barrel of a Remington 870 Pump action gun. My fingers freeze on the hilt of my pithy Colt.
‘You meant to lose all along.’
I didn’t ask, I just said.
He nodded, I nodded.
Written for FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you, PJ. This week’s tactoe is from Yarnspinnerr! Thank you, YS.
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