Winter cold descended on the land sending the family in
doors to huddle close by the source of heat.
Flames flickering in merry dance mesmerized the watchers keeping the
biting chill at bay.
Wind howling sought every crack to slip through bringing its
icy breath inside to challenge the warmth emanating from the hearth.
“A game of chess?” The
father asked his young son, from deep within his chair.
“Yes. I’ll set it up
and this time I will beat you.” The boy
responded with a smile.
Soon they were engrossed in the strategy of the game, the
cold forgotten.
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