Gambit

chess-eyes

I’m but a child watching a chess game. I can see the players concentrating hard, thinking five, six, even ten steps ahead. Moves and countermoves, bluffs and double bluffs. One troop here, another there – all maneuvers towards the end goal. Towards the big prize.

Big wins requires big sacrifices. I see the pawns lying dead on sun-scorched sands and in snake-infested forests. Yet, the players sip their scotch and press ahead with their next step.

Time to interfere, to blow the chessboard into pieces. Everyone wins, everyone loses.

I’m but a child watching the game.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s prompt is from Jeff Arnold. Please find other entries here.

Total words: 94

 

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  1. Nice anti-war piece. You make the transition smoothly from the game to the battlefield, emphasizing the detachment of both kinds of “players” and the narrator’s powerlessness.

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  2. Reminiscent of the ludicrously misnamed Great War.
    Politicians sending millions to die.
    I think it was Haig who said ‘The fact is, old chap, that war has one great advantage over chess.
    When you lose a piece or two, they are easily replaced.’
    Love your piece.

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  3. I throughly enjoyed this seasonal story, which reminded me of a warring family of nations, circa 1914-1918. Most of us are but mere children in the games that the leaders of nations play.

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