The Chess Game

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story is about a boy, an old man, and a chess game.

Submitted: February 15, 2016

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Every day after school, I would go to the coffee shop that my chess club would be at. There would always be members of the chess club whenever I came, but three weeks after, a new member joined. Fewer and fewer people came to the coffee shop for the chess club. I started to think to myself that the new member had something to do with it. I came on a weekend to see who this newbie was and to find out why there were few members. He was an old man dressed in plain white formal clothing and constantly checked his golden pocket watch that had fancy designs on it. The one thing about this man that caught my attention was his eyes.

It may have been weird saying that his eyes are the thing that got my attention, but if anyone saw them, they would be intrigued. The old man’s eyes made him seem like he was blind, but he navigated around the shop as if he can see clearly. People said, “That old man over there is a strange one. He would play chess games with one of chess members, but you can see the fear in their eyes when they play against him. After the match finishes, we would never see that chess member again.” Though I showed curiosity to them as they told me this, I hid my fears and hoped I would never play against him.

On the second week of September, I walked into the coffee shop and sat a few seats away from the mysterious old man. After ordering a cup of coffee, I noticed the man was staring directly at me. Another thing I noticed was that there were no other chess club members in the shop except him and myself. The man soon walked up to me and politely asked, “May I share this table with you?” Out of my own curiosity, I agreed and the old man slowly sat down. About half an hour passed and the old man and I just drank our drinks. I soon realized that he was drinking water the entire time.

I offered him a cup of coffee, but he said, “I do not drink such man-made products.” After another half an hour, the old man finally decided to ask me what I was waiting for in the past hour. He said, “Would you play this lovely game of chess with me.” I knew I shouldn’t do this, but something about this game seemed interesting, and I might gain some information about this strange figure. Immediately after I agreed, the old man pulled out a chess set and told me to use the black pawns, since he favored the white ones so much. Since he was wearing all white it seemed like the white pawns was a part of his outfit. Before we started our game, he wanted to give me a tip about how we were going to play the game.

The old man leaned in close to my ear and said, “Every move counts, do not waste a single one.” Even though this was obvious in every chess game, I nodded my head slowing showing I understood. The old man waved his hand forward indicating he wanted me to go first. I slowly moved one pawn a square forward and the real chess game began. Fifteen turns after my move we set up our strategies to win the game. I set up an offensive strategy because I wanted to finish this game quickly, but once I looked at his set I noticed one key thing. The old man’s set looked exactly like mine. While I was in shock, all he did was stare directly into my eyes and grin. The old man then waved his hand again taking me out of my daze.

I decide to move one pawn forward because I never figured out how to counter my own moves. The old man’s grin became even larger as he moved his pawn diagonally and took my pawn off of the chess board. Luckily I had a pawn ready for that move and took his pawn out, but something seemed off. The news was on the television screen in the corner of the room and I saw some kind of explosion. It started talking about how a plane crashed into the side of a building, which killed hundreds of people. While I listened to this horrific event. the old man’s grin turned into a large smile with a few chuckles here and there. A few seconds later, another plane hit the building causing the building to crash down a minute later. All this happened in a span of two minutes.

I stared at the old man with my gritted teeth and my eyes widely open full of fear. He slowly leaned forward with his sadistic grin and gently whispered, “I told you so.”


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