The Game of Life

white pawn faces army of black pawsEmily was almost invisible behind the big overstuffed armchair in her father’s study, but looked quickly around its armrest to see if anyone would be coming in and interrupting her plan about his chessboard. It wasn’t like anyone would notice her, because she’d been so quiet since the big blowup, but you could never be sure.

Daddy had been gone for such a really long time and Mommy hadn’t stopped crying all week. She’d cried, too, but only because her big brother, Roger, had yelled at her to stop being such a baby, and thrown her last pacifier out the apartment window.

It’s not like she ever put it in her mouth anymore and only sometimes at night – she was almost six, after all! – but mostly it lived in the left pocket of her favorite overalls, right there with her  magic rock, the hot pink rabbit’s foot, and Roger’s blue cat’s eye marble.

After one more quick glance, Emily darted across the study and grabbed a white pawn — and then a black one for just-in-case – and slid its round head onto her tongue and felt a hundred percent better.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)

*The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “PAWN”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

21 thoughts on “The Game of Life

  1. Good one, Liz. You immersed us into her childhood anxieties perfectly. At first I was sure she was going to add a Queen or King to her collection of ‘pocket stuff’ – but yes, a pawn is the perfect pacifer! 😀😎

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