Friday, 30 June 2017

The Call of the Wind. (Day 7 at the BarAThon).


"Do you realise I am the powerful one between the two of us?" Sameer taunted his little sister, slyly.

"Papa says, never count your eggs before they hatch," replied Arya, in her signature clipped tone.

"And, pray tell me, what do eggs have to do with this game of chess, li'l sis?" Sameer muffled a laugh.

"We are still playing, Da, the game isn't over yet. So, don't take it for granted that you are going to win and start bragging about your skills!" replied the girl, holding her ground, defiantly.

"Well, let's see, now, li'l Miss Muffet. Here's your King, and here's my Bishop aaand, it's a Check! Ha Ha,"  the cunning look returned in the young boy's eyes as they sparkled with glee and a smug look.

"That was a good move, big bro. But, even as you concentrate on putting my King in danger, you ought to take care of your army, too, shouldn't you?" Arya showed her dimples as she took stock of the situation and secured her King.

The next few moves were quite fast paced as the brother-sister duo fought it out like fearless fighters. Their father watched attentively, affectionately, as his children refused to bow down in the face of danger, especially his little girl - his little princess.

"Watch out, young lady. Your self-respect is in danger here," warned Sameer as he felt he was gaining ground. How his chest puffed up with pride as he imagined his little sister turning green with envy at her super-smart elder brother's win!

And, just when he had begun building castles in the air, he heard a soft thump on the chess board and a chortle from his sister.

"Hold your horses, bro, and throw a glance at your King...Over here is my Rook, and here is my King, and there, cornered pitifully, is your King. Aaaand, it's CheckMate!" folding her arms proudly sat back Arya with a lopsided smile, looking down at her brother turning green with envy!


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I have no knowledge of Chess, but this is the picture that came to my mind as I mulled over what to write for today's prompt.

The last prompt for Day 7 at the BarAThon: The Call of the Wind.and the sin that corresponds with this prompt: Envy.

I had a fabulous time honing my fiction writing skills, as it is seldom that I attempt to write a fictional piece without a prompt to help me out. And, this past fortnight, I had 7 prompts to help me out! 
I hope you enjoyed reading my posts (Ahem...I don't mean to sound all high and mighty!). I enjoyed writing them, for sure!

Thank you so much, Blog-A-Rhythm, for BarAThon and for the wonderful prompts. Eagerly awaiting the 3rd blogging challenge here!

Love,

SHILPA...


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