Board Game with Death

Death sat with a chess board. “Each move decides one year of your life,” she said deviously.

I sat at the table knowing that I had no chance of defeating her. I had played less than a dozen games all my life. I could walk away but I chose not to. If the next few years of my life were to be spent with adversity, so be it.

“Knight to F3,” I said confidently and moved the piece. She was going to slaughter me but with an open mind, I would learn. That would be the rest of my life.