A Game of Chess

a short story about being ready for the final game when the reaper comes

All my life I have been mastering chess so that when death comes for me, I will be ready to play for my soul.

One night, the spectre enters my study and sets down its board before me.

Looking around at the shelves of chess books and diagrams of past games and gambits, it speaks to me with a voice like rusted chains dragging over a beach of broken glass,

"Woah, nerd alert."

Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

Story prompt taken from a photo by Maarten van den Heuvel