Money power- a short, short story

“Your mother is getting on my nerves,” said the wife.
The husband did not reply. He could hear his mother humming an old movie song in the next room.
“She asked the cook to boil two eggs in the morning,” said the wife.
“Is that a crime?”
“She could have told me. Now the cook will tell the neighbours. They will spread the story that I do not take proper care of her.”
“With papa no more, where else can she live, but with her only child?”
“What are those papers?” said the wife.
“Some documents from papa’s box,” said the husband,” Oh my God! he has left all his money in her name.”
“How much?”
“It is a seven-digit number.”
The wife thought for a second.
Then she went to the next room and said,” Mother, what would you have for lunch? Think of me as your daughter..”

The new neighbours – a short, short story

“It is the new neighbours!” said mother, happy that the previous ones had left.
“Do they have any children?” said father.
The previous tenants had two. The children played video games at maximum volume the whole day. We had complained, but nothing happened.
“No, their children are settled in the US and come to visit once in a year.”
Mother and father went out of their way to help them set up their belongings.
“Finally, I can sleep during the day,” said father who took his retirement seriously.
Everything went well until the next morning at six.
We heard a sound as if someone had stepped on a cats tail.
“We practice classical music for four hours every morning and evening,” said the new tenants.
“I miss the children,” said father.
“Yes, at least they stopped when the batteries ran out,” said mother.

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.