It was a mild, clear day. I was walking my mind in the local park. A light wind blew dead leaves off the trees. Gravel crunched under foot.
They were sitting opposite each other.
One had dusty clothes and scraggly hair. The other wore an oversize jacket and had a nervous twitch.
I stopped next to them. One of them smelled. I watched them.
They didn’t care. They were too engrossed.
They played fast. I had a hard time keeping up.
They exchanged piece after piece, hitting the little clock after each move.
They were engrossed. Here they could forget it for a while, keep reality at bay. Here things were black and white. Here things weren’t confused in different shades of grey.
One saw that his king was trapped and resigned. They set up the pieces to play again.
Here it was binary, win or lose. And if you lost, you just played again.
I watched them play and forgot it for a while too.
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