~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. wizard's chess;
Oliver stared at the Chess set in puzzlement. “I know I’m supposed to be playing but I don’t know how,’’ he said in a resigned tone. “I never bothered to learn how to play this.’’ There was a big frown on his features as he looked down at the pieces. What was amusing was the pieces were eyeing him back.
Olly flipped his dark hair out of his hair. “I don’t even know who moves first... black or white?’’ Now his eyes moved to Esme. Hopelessness was written all over them.
Maybe they should play something else. Chess was complicated. |