This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain!
We meet in the square, where the chess players have their folding tables laid with checked cloths. One board has two tones of wood on rickety criss crossed legs. I imagine leaning on it, bringing the whole set – knights, kings, queens – tumbling to the pavement.
It feels right that we meet by the chess players, coats and scarves swaddling them against the cold. They’re here to do battle and so are we.
You nod, instantly look to your smart lace-up shoes. I wonder if she bought them. We walk for a while along the same paths we used to walk before her, half a metre between us, fallen leaves turning to ash under our feet.
One of us has to break the stalemate and I’m surprised when it’s me.
‘I want the house and custody of Tom and Sarah.’
Queen takes King.