The unblinking eyes of the chessmen stared at her as she figured out her next move, while the man opposite leaned back in his chair the picture of cocksureness.
What had started as a joke suddenly became serious.
This asshat deserved beating and she was gonna do it if I killed her. Switching off her emotions, she put the cool mathematical side of her brain to work calculating the odds as she made each move.
At first he didn’t notice, but then he stared playing fast and reckless.
She smiled coolly, as she tipped over his king.
“Checkmate,” she said.
Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Fifty-Seven
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