Queen’s Pawn
Mark threw his arms up in the air.
“That’s cheating!”
“No, it’s not!”
“Knights don’t spiral across the chess board, Sandra!”
“And who said anything about playing chess?”
The piece continued twirling as his breathing slowed down, almost crawling to a halt.
He was the pawn. She was the Queen. Checkmate in 3, 2, 1…
The chess lover in me decided it was time for a game. It’s not the first time I’ve played with it in my creations, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last either. This is a very simple entry, but I still think it’s fun. I hope you do, too.
Healthy Hydration
“How’s your diet, Jake?” His brother, Anthony, asked.
“Wonderful. Melissa has been helping me with her hypnotic skills. I already lost three pounds in two weeks!”
“Not bad.”
“Jake?” Melissa intervened, dropping her skirt.
“Yes, dear?” He responded, eyes glazing.
“It’s time for today’s fluid intake.”
“Yes, dear,” he immediately knelt.
Who needs water anyway?
Okay, this one is dirty. Or rather, dirtier than usual. I simply felt like going this route. Truth be told, I’m on a diet myself trying to shed some extra pounds I gained in the last couple of months, but this special treatment is reserved for stories alone.
Breach of Contract
“Mr. Morgan?”
“Yes?”
“Melissa Anderson, HFD Bank. Your mortgage payments are six months overdue. As established in the contract signed with our institution, I’ve come to claim your free will as collateral.”
“But…”
“No ‘buts’, Mr. Morgan. Please look at this spiral to begin mental readjustment”
“But…”
“Butt slave? Certainly. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
I was enjoying my lunch break in a park near my current workplace today when I saw a striking woman in what appeared to be a custom-made red and black striped pantsuit exiting a bank institution.
Around her neck, she wore an intricate necklace with intersecting spiral patterns that got me in the mood for writing. I started constructing my own mental background of such a character with two questions gaining ascendancy over all others. The first was “What is her job?” And the second “Where is she going right now?”. I could have found many different ways to answer these questions but the one that felt more appropriate was the one presented in today’s piece. I hope you can guess the full name of the institution she represents, something that shouldn’t prove too hard if you’ve been following my writings for a while now.
A Different Story
“And then she hypnotized him and lived happily after,” Marjorie concluded.
“Your stories always end up the same way,” Luke protested.
“That’s not true. Take ours for instance.”
“What about it?”
“I’m not going to do anything to you.”
“Good.”
“Can’t say the same about your mother and sister though. Don’t wait up for me.”
This piece was the result of an improvisation and was written between subway stops. The beginning isn’t meant to be self-referential but if you want to think of it that way, please do.