Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2024/04/11/reenas-xploration-challenge-326/
Opening the cardboard box, he pulled out his grandfather’s old chess set. They spent many an afternoon playing this game. Sometimes Pops allowed him to win. As he got older, their matches were better paired.
‘Daddy, what are you looking at?’
He picked up a piece and held it in the palm of his hand.
‘A pawn?’
‘A prawn?’
He laughed, for the very first time since his funeral. ‘No, not the type you eat. How about I show you how to play?’
He gently placed the wooden chest on the kitchen table. Placing the pieces on the chequered board. The pawns as the initial line of defence. The rook, horse, and Bishop. In the middle, the king and queen.
‘What’s this horsey?’
‘A warrior, and he moves two up and one across.’
He remembered his grandfather, as his son won the first game.
Memories never to be forgotten.
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No, they keep us smiling.
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This is very moving, Diana.
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Thank you 🥰
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A heartfelt story ❤️
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Thank you 😀
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You’re welcome Christine! ❤️
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Lovely
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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I saw a Ludo made with fabric and played with shells at a cousin’s place. It was the same one we played with Grandma in childhood.
It was such a warm, fuzzy feeling.
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It is, I still remember the petite pink typewriter I played with as a child.
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🙌
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Aww, a sweet story
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thank you
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You’re most welcome
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nicely done 👍
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Thank you.
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Memories often do affect and reinforce reality.
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🙂
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An excellent tradition to pass on.
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🥰
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