A game of chess was on. Pieces were scattered on the board as the game progressed. Aggressor white bishop attacked black rook. I have you under my thumb now. Not so fast my friend! Here I move to save my rook, your turn to save queen. We are even now. What do you say?

Arvind had filed for a divorce. Increasingly, he and Anusha had drifted apart. To facilitate an amicable separation lawyers were engaged. A game of chess was being played where children and assets were pawns.

The game ended in a stalemate, with no winner in the end.

Word Count: 100

This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 2ndNov, 2018, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here

Photo Prompt : Jeff Arnold

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  1. Great title. Very apt comparison between contested divorce and chess. We see who is helpless and at the mercy of the process, but it does not seem that anyone controls the play. Very sad that some marriages end in such turmoil.

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  2. A well-told metaphor for the futility of people pouring money into the lawyers’ pockets instead of acting like responsible unselfish human beings, fully able to protect themselves and their children by civil conversation, not counsel’s opinion.

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  3. You have brilliantly taken the prompt to a wonderful craft of storytelling…chess has always been a powerful metaphor in business and learning the tough lessons of life. Marriage and divorce are two end of the same spectrum of human relationship and same people are in the game but when the end changes everything looks so odd as the even change their positions. Children are the causality and those wounds are irreparable in the minds of children badly affected in this game of relationship between husband and wife…

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