The Grandmasters – a short, short story

“We cannot go out to play,” said the boy looking out of the window as sheets of rain came down.
“Let’s play chess,” his friend said.
He had seen his father arrange the pieces.
They took out the board and arranged the pieces.
“How do we play this?” the boy said.
“I don’t know!” his friend said, “I only know how to set the pieces up.”
“What is this?” the boy said.
“That is an elephant, and this is my King. You have to capture my King to win.”
“My elephant jumps on your King,” said the boy and smashed his rook on the white King.
By the time they had stopped tumbling around, all the pieces lay scattered.
“I have to go home,” said the friend,” we will play another game of chess in the evening if it rains.”
“Yes, Chess is fun!” said the boy.

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