“I spent the battle drunk, myself. You see, that morning my orderly Vanya and I were playing chess beneath a tree. He sat just as you do now. It had been a heated game, but he had carried off a most risky gambit. I was going to have the devil to pay to find my way out of it. I can still see his gray eyes, laughing with triumph at his surprising tactic. His mouth smiled with a remark he was forming in his mind. This moment is, for me, forever frozen, trapped in the ice of what came next.”
Good one. Leaves you wondering what did come next…
You created a powerful image for me,
Orderly Vanya has a knack of surprising opponent with his chess moves.
I bet he wiped the smile off Vanya;s face. Nicely done.
This could go so many different ways and each and every one beckons me to follow. Great story.
What came next was clearly chilling! Nice one.
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Oh, what a cruel cliffhanger! Love the voice of this Russian (?) chessplayer, his friendly game somehow ending in tragedy. The ice is such a classic touch to imply harsh conditions. Very intriguing.
Death arrived to interrupt and end the game. Like he does! Vivid storytelling.
Brilliant.
Good writing. Leaves us craving to know what happened.
Great storytelling.
I don’t think this bodes well for Vanya. Nice piece.
A well written piece, smoothly told, with a jolting twist. I enjoyed it very much!
Well done, you created a lot of suspense and mystery in just 100 words