Chess Dance

They say if you sit in front of your computer staring at an empty screen and you don’t know what to write, find a prompt and start writing – something, anything. The following story is a result of such an exercise. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Chess Dance

“We did it!” Shelley whispers, “Nice ice! What a beauty!” She admires the diamond necklace we just freed from its vitreous jail. The stones sparkle in the moonlight that shines through the roof window, as she turns it in her hand. Although it’s a full moon tonight I can hardly see her and Cloe down here. Our deep black clothes are the perfect cover.

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