The Game We Play

The Game We Play

“Run.”

Oh, how I wished I had. But I couldn’t. I was too scared. Too scared to run from her. Too scared to process what was happening. It was too much to understand. And as my world crumbled around me, I realized that it was my fault. I had fallen into her trap even when they had warned me not to. And yet, I still had underestimated my own sister.

No.

I had totally ruined everything. I had planned strategy after strategy after strategy, only to find out that I had underestimated the power of her pawn, only to have it become the queen. I should have done things differently. But I hadn’t and now I was going to have to deal with the consequences. I had to admit it: My little sister had beaten me.

“Checkmate.”

I looked up from the board and into the eyes of my sister. “How’d you do that?”

Clara grinned. “You always over-think things, Emmy,” she said. “You underestimated me as usual.”

“I did not.”

“Did too.”

I threw up my hands in surrender. “Fine. I’m so sorry that I underestimated you, Clara,” I said sarcastically. “Next time I will not over-complicate things and I will rule once more as the ever powerful dictator you know and love.”

Clara laughed. “Geez Emmy, there’s no need to be so sarcastic. It is, after all, just chess.”