Dead Position_TRAPS AND DOORS_How do I tell her?_Amidst the Cold
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Dead Position
“He’s terrified. You at least understand why, right?”“No, James, I really can’t.”On the table beside them, Vincent the Prodigy checkmated his opponent. They shook hands, Vincent made a quip at the vanquished player’s expense, and a new challenger took the empty seat. The process was as ruthless as natural selection.James’s eyes never left his game. Focus. That was his watchword.“I find that hard to believe, Marty,” he said, and pulled his bishop back under the protection of his knight’s pawn.Marty took a long pull from his water bottle. Back when they were kids, they’d played soccer from dawn ...
TRAPS AND DOORS
The whiteboard where Crawford had showcased his ideas to us, his team, was there in front of me. The ink was a dull green, the content was just dull. We had finished a meeting in the conference room, and I was back to retrieve my mug which I had forgotten. There was no one else in the room, and when the window started rattling suddenly, it scared me.I looked over and saw the window shaking like it was shivering. I walked to it and looked outside. The snow which had been there on the ground in the morning was still there, but some of it was rising up in flakes and scuttling about. There were no...
How do I tell her?
“I’m almost home” she quivered over the phone, glancing into the rearview mirror hoping the princess was still asleep. “Okay, I’ll be waiting.” Wesley replied. Normally after a visit, her anxiety was in high gear, but even this short exchange seemed different to him. Unsure why, he just followed the established routine. Put the dogs outside. Pour some lemonade over ice and put it on her marbled coaster next to ‘her’ spot on the couch. Open the garage door and wait. He always opted out of the weekly dinner visits with her parents, preferring to keep their relationship on major holidays. This ro...
Amidst the Cold
White flecks fluttered to earth from puffy clouds. It was snowing... I had hoped for rain. Why couldn’t the sky be a foggy grey like my mood? I needed the rhythmic drops of a thunderstorm on a day like this. Maybe even with occasional rumbles of distant thunder adding to the natural Lo-fi of the rain. Yet the snow fell as if it was trapped in time; Soundless and slow, simply drifting past my view. I looked out over the railing. The buildings stood gloomily in the heavy haze of blank whiteness. Cars still roamed the streets, but they seemed so distant and altogether silent. Just silent. No win...