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Chess Piece (100 words)
The heat dried the sweat inside his helmet, and granules of sand flitted into his eyes. His heels dug into the grate, sending a piercing pain into his spine. His eyes focused on one object, arms cramping, with the dedication of corps de ballet dancer.
It knew it was only moments now and his shift would expire. He would hear sighing, the tipping of the chess piece, and then his Majesty’s whispered, “Check mate.” Today, there was only silence.
A bloodied man fell at his feet and cascaded down the hill. At last, he maneuvered into a slightly new position.