His adoration for chess was exceeded only by his need for control. He would play for hours with anyone who would sit down even for a moment. One day, she was watching him as he demanded that she sit quietly and admire his acuity with his mastery. It dawned upon her consciousness that she was a chess piece to him. His queen. The thrill of trying to control her was the same as that he had while playing and strategizing. “Stand here, do that, don’t you ever…”, were his moves in their game. Slowly, she rose from the chair that she had been so dutifully sitting on and she looked at him with an intensity that he did not expect and said one word.
“Goodbye”, the words trailing behind her as she walked out.
© Carol Campbell
Photo Challenge #98