Chessmate
Small premise: you, this time the notes are at the beginning of the author. Also this was for a contest, the input were five or six lines of text, where you could see the chick said that she had to begin. The text was attended by a thousand or more, needless to say I did not win anything at all:) but okay. In any case, if this poor boy with no name had a longer history than a couple of pages, you discover that his father is a failed musician, tall skinny tall and thin, his older brother, a mechanic, the other a brother cook, her sister and two brothers, a college student the slacker and the other aspiring doctor. Yeah right.
But since this story is born and died here, all this information is fairly useless, although a careful observer (or even someone I know fairly well) can say lots of things ...
Ps: there was once a girl who was leaving tomorrow for erasmus ... good trip honey! I'll miss this year!
I try not to think about the game as a lost cause, which is not facilitated by the fact that for years now, every Wednesday night sacrosanct, my king is threatened by black white queen, under the astonished eyes of his wife.
In a nutshell: I suck at chess.
Catherine has twenty-five years, six more than me and, in my limited experience with women, is undoubtedly the most beautiful I have ever seen, even if it inspires the same confidence of a basket full of cobras.
Needless to say, has a lot of suitors.
Some say it's because of his immense intelligence, others argue that because of the depth of her eyes, brown hair and shiny blacks.
I am convinced that it is for his fifth of the bra, but, as I said, I do not mean a lot of women, so I could be wrong.
I sit on the pillow and you, as always, makes the first move.
We started playing on a Wednesday to four years ago, when they are thrown to his house, with the breath.
My mother, after nine months of nerve-wracking waiting, had brought home yet another baby son of an unknown father, and my father's wish, had finally decided he had had enough.
So while my older brother took care of my new recruits and gave way to the fireworks, I had taken the door and I left.
taking my time, I respond to his moves in a way that seems more logical. Catherine looks at the board and produce a Cheshire Cat grin, as if I had done exactly the move that she would have wanted.
gave me the time and repetitions of Latin, between one year and the other is sipped all Saw my mind from a fifteen-American family situation comedy. Go to his house, I would have saved a lot 'of explanations that I was not in condition or mood to give.
"Let's play chess." Decided.
"I can not." I said, glum.
"Better."
a move fluid, eat my horse, which goes to make the company the long line of pedestrians killed in the war.
"How are you doing home?" Asks after a while '.
"Go." I say, moving.
"Little?" Farewell, Bishop.
show him a hand full of patches.
"He likes to play doctor," I say "I have patches in places I did not even know existed."
She laughs, affable, and also sweeps away my last tower.
"Check. You should take it with you one of these on Wednesday. "
Yes, we lack just that.
I look at the chessboard, then her.
Why me?
More than once knocked on his door boys of all types and species and, with the most absurd excuses, they tried to take it out with them.
"Not tonight." was always the answer "My boyfriend and I are playing chess." And the door shut on the astonished gaze of the boys and the redness of the undersigned.
move, trying to prolong the agony of my king for as long as possible. Catherine
often jokes of this kind, but I have not yet figured out whether it is serious or if she likes only cause tachycardia.
my part, a little 'fear of response, and a little' out of cowardice, I never wanted to seek clarification.
"Checkmate." She says, exultant, as if he actually did not win every damn game. "We finished early tonight, only fifty minutes. "
" I have to be a bit 'out of shape. "I try to put a joke, but mentally I apologize to the black king to yet another humiliation.
I understand my friend, we both chased and cornered by a woman calculator and lazy.
seems as if the man look at me, shrugging his shoulders. Perhaps the game worth the candle, he said.
A hand pushes me, tearing my thoughts. Catherine
I print a quick kiss on the lips, then I use as a support and gets up, heading for the kitchen.
"Want a drink?" He asks in a tone of innocent from the next room.
I open and close the mouth, it seems likely a fish-looking unintelligent.
Why me? It's the only thing I can ask.
Probably, he says the part of me decided to be honest with herself on the edge of masochism, was another of his moments of pleasure.
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