Poor Sport by HarryT 50 Word Flash Fiction writing prompt entry |
They had played for hours. April moved her queen and called, “Checkmate!” John’s jaw clenched. The clock chimed midnight; its sound muffled by a strangled scream. April lay next to the overturned board. John took her queen and shoved it in her mouth. “That’s the last time you’ll beat me.”
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