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sunday100 and it was lots of fun even if my list of posts to read went wild for a while there as everyone put their drabbles up::grin:: Here are my three, and if anyone knows the proper name of the knife game, I'd love to know. I thought it was mumbletypeg, but seems not.
Powerplay
He placed a knight on the board, enjoying the satisfying snick as the heavy stone figure met the granite board. To a purist, he supposed a challenging game with crude, plastic figures was preferable to a poor game on an expensive board, but he took pleasure in the intricately carved pieces and the way they felt in his hand.
“Your queen is vulnerable.”
He studied the board and smiled. “Queens can be replaced.”
His opponent frowned, and took the piece after looking for the trap. Travers smiled again and moved a humble pawn into place.
“See? Now I have another.”
At Knifepoint
The knife danced between the spread fingers, stabbing into the scarred wooden table. The waltz turned to a jig and the blade began to blur. Finally, the knife slipped and gouged flesh, sending blood trickling down to pool on the splintered wood.
“You moved.”
The voice was jovial but there was a warning note. He didn’t like to lose.
“You’re supposed to use your own hand.” He could easily bury the pain but the annoyance surfaced despite his efforts.
Angelus took Spike’s hand and began to lick slowly at the dripping blood.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” he wondered.
Have Patience
Giles flipped over the card – black Jack - and moved to place it. He hesitated. Jack of Clubs on the Queen of Hearts...the Jack leering upwards, sharp features gleeful, so close, resting on the Queen, trapping her in place...
With a sudden spurt of violence, he tore the card in half and swept the pieces into the nearby wastepaper bin, watching the Jack get buried as it slid out of sight.
He carried on, ignoring the missing card, and the remaining cards fell obediently into place. Good. He’d run out of patience.
Game won - but the deck was ruined.
sunday100 and it was lots of fun even if my list of posts to read went wild for a while there as everyone put their drabbles up::grin:: Here are my three, and if anyone knows the proper name of the knife game, I'd love to know. I thought it was mumbletypeg, but seems not.Powerplay
He placed a knight on the board, enjoying the satisfying snick as the heavy stone figure met the granite board. To a purist, he supposed a challenging game with crude, plastic figures was preferable to a poor game on an expensive board, but he took pleasure in the intricately carved pieces and the way they felt in his hand.
“Your queen is vulnerable.”
He studied the board and smiled. “Queens can be replaced.”
His opponent frowned, and took the piece after looking for the trap. Travers smiled again and moved a humble pawn into place.
“See? Now I have another.”
At Knifepoint
The knife danced between the spread fingers, stabbing into the scarred wooden table. The waltz turned to a jig and the blade began to blur. Finally, the knife slipped and gouged flesh, sending blood trickling down to pool on the splintered wood.
“You moved.”
The voice was jovial but there was a warning note. He didn’t like to lose.
“You’re supposed to use your own hand.” He could easily bury the pain but the annoyance surfaced despite his efforts.
Angelus took Spike’s hand and began to lick slowly at the dripping blood.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” he wondered.
Have Patience
Giles flipped over the card – black Jack - and moved to place it. He hesitated. Jack of Clubs on the Queen of Hearts...the Jack leering upwards, sharp features gleeful, so close, resting on the Queen, trapping her in place...
With a sudden spurt of violence, he tore the card in half and swept the pieces into the nearby wastepaper bin, watching the Jack get buried as it slid out of sight.
He carried on, ignoring the missing card, and the remaining cards fell obediently into place. Good. He’d run out of patience.
Game won - but the deck was ruined.
