He had to think carefully about his next move. He’d seen
others go under and it wasn’t pretty. Some of them were sure they’d reached the
other side safely too. They hadn’t realised they’d overextended themselves.
Like a game of chess you had to think about their move as
well as your own, and you had to see several moves ahead, otherwise you didn’t
stand a chance.
Last time he’d made a move without thinking his life had
been turned upside down. For months he’d felt like he was walking through a
desert; he couldn’t catch a break no matter how much effort he put in. But he’d
kept on going, because that’s what you do, isn’t it? It wasn’t like you had
options.
He had to keep the board turned his way this time; he had to
keep his opponents guessing. Life was a precarious business.
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great piece of writing - loved all the element of the picture you have included. Favourite line
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just keep writing, I shoudl really drop by more often :-) xx